OMG, I love my job!

At 11 this evening, I got a call that reminded me yet again Why I Love My Job. A very nice, but rather frustrated Le Snobbi customer rang to let me know that she hadn't received her order---which Fed Ex tracking showed as delivered ages ago. She had already contacted Fed Ex, and according to them, they had placed it "in the tub by the front door". Which is, sadly, a recycling tub, so her $200 handbag is either gracing a landfill, or some sanitary engineer's wife is going to get one hell of a Christmas present. The item is out of stock, so I can't even reship it; I've emailed our claims department to start proceedings, and in about 30 days, she'll get credited back.

Jiminy shit, if that isn't the damnedest thing I've heard in months. The only story I've ever heard to rival that I got secondhand the winter I started---a Pelts Leathermore order went MIA, claim was filed and settled, and then, long about May, the family had their first cookout of the season, and found the package---under the hood of the barbecue grill! That was also Fed Ex, whom I've long since voted Most Likely to Screw Up and Lie Their Asses Off About It. Seriously.

Gotta love it!

OMG, I love my job!

At 11 this evening, I got a call that reminded me yet again Why I Love My Job. A very nice, but rather frustrated Le Snobbi customer rang to let me know that she hadn't received her order---which Fed Ex tracking showed as delivered ages ago. She had already contacted Fed Ex, and according to them, they had placed it "in the tub by the front door". Which is, sadly, a recycling tub, so her $200 handbag is either gracing a landfill, or some sanitary engineer's wife is going to get one hell of a Christmas present. The item is out of stock, so I can't even reship it; I've emailed our claims department to start proceedings, and in about 30 days, she'll get credited back.

Jiminy shit, if that isn't the damnedest thing I've heard in months. The only story I've ever heard to rival that I got secondhand the winter I started---a Pelts Leathermore order went MIA, claim was filed and settled, and then, long about May, the family had their first cookout of the season, and found the package---under the hood of the barbecue grill! That was also Fed Ex, whom I've long since voted Most Likely to Screw Up and Lie Their Asses Off About It. Seriously.

Gotta love it!

WAHOO! Once giant step closer to the kitchen of my dreams!

Today has been quite busy and productive in numerous ways. Got up and out the door early, retrived package from post office (gently used Palm from adventurat), went to Publix (groceries and cash back to pay BC), came home, PayPal'ed remuneration for said Palm, made phone payment for electric bill, greeted BC, who has extracted heater and was happy to do so, since I provided him with chilled Publix root beer and gave him the heater for scrap. And it is GONE, huzzah.

Minor annoyance: If I didn't know his mama so well, I would think BC was raised by wolves, as I caught him standing---in his filthy sneakers---on an upholstered dining room chair to get at something. (I bit my tongue and found a metal folding chair. I've known him for going on 30 years, and he's always been bright and severely deficient in common sense.)

Now comes the "fun" part---transforming that square-footage into a roost for my fridge. I've already parsed it with a tape measure. Side to side is not going to be a problem, there's about 3-4" clearance to spare. Depth, however, looks worrisome: it seems the fridge will be sticking out past the existing wall by the same 3-4", and that's before factoring in rear clearance for the coils. Guh.

That's not going to happen overnight; I'll worry about it later. (Hell, I've been trying to get the heater out of there for 15 years or more!) Meanwhile, I'm going to have lunch (breakfast was a bite of cheese at Publix), shower and get ready for dinner at the C's.

WAHOO! Once giant step closer to the kitchen of my dreams!

Today has been quite busy and productive in numerous ways. Got up and out the door early, retrived package from post office (gently used Palm from adventurat), went to Publix (groceries and cash back to pay BC), came home, PayPal'ed remuneration for said Palm, made phone payment for electric bill, greeted BC, who has extracted heater and was happy to do so, since I provided him with chilled Publix root beer and gave him the heater for scrap. And it is GONE, huzzah.

Minor annoyance: If I didn't know his mama so well, I would think BC was raised by wolves, as I caught him standing---in his filthy sneakers---on an upholstered dining room chair to get at something. (I bit my tongue and found a metal folding chair. I've known him for going on 30 years, and he's always been bright and severely deficient in common sense.)

Now comes the "fun" part---transforming that square-footage into a roost for my fridge. I've already parsed it with a tape measure. Side to side is not going to be a problem, there's about 3-4" clearance to spare. Depth, however, looks worrisome: it seems the fridge will be sticking out past the existing wall by the same 3-4", and that's before factoring in rear clearance for the coils. Guh.

That's not going to happen overnight; I'll worry about it later. (Hell, I've been trying to get the heater out of there for 15 years or more!) Meanwhile, I'm going to have lunch (breakfast was a bite of cheese at Publix), shower and get ready for dinner at the C's.