Yesterday was one of the worst days I’ve had in a long time:
1. Crazy Vietnam Vet called regarding his ballroom dancing shoes. When he found out I hadn’t ordered them yet, he flew into a rage. He was so pissed he stormed into the store 20 minutes later, ranting and raving about how we hadn’t ordered his shoes, how that was “bad business,” how he was going to promote us but “forget that now”, (slamming our business cards on the counter). Finally Mary Pat said, OK, you need your shoes by Friday? You’ll have them by Friday… it doesn’t matter when we order them now does it? Crazy Vet hated my guts by then because I just stood there smirking, one eyebrow lifted and a “get the hell out of my store” lingering on my tongue. Luckily, the owner is way more skilled with phsychos than I am. Co-workers said he came in on Saturday to order the shoes and on his way out asked if they were christians. When they said no he said, “Oh, so you’re communists then!”
2. Cross-dresser/Border-line Pedophile keeps calling about his broken tights. The store is unsure how to deal with him as of yet, but to give you an indication of how serious some of his remarks were, there is case number given to us by the police.
3. My second of two Pre-ballet classes ends up in tears. One girl’s feet itch in her shoes, suddenly all eight of them want to take their shoes off like her. One girl begins manically scratching her tights, until finally she bursts into tears. I allow her to take them off, even though I know the whole scratching thing is a big lie and a way for her to gain attention. I’m so sick of three-year-olds by the time the class is done.
4. My brother calls with some distrubing news. I show up to my Modern class so pissed, my friend Angela thinks I’m mad at her…(for no reason really, I just had that look of “I hate the world” on my face).
Today has to be better…today is my birthday, dammit.