Why must people just keep pissing me off!

Here's the deal. One of the 'musicians' who supposedly played last night at the local dive, Railroad Blues, called and said he had left something in his room and he'd be over in 10 minutes. That was at 10:30 this morning. I...#1 because I didn't give a shit...thought he had come and gone. Well...at 2:30 this afternoon he shows up in the office and says he needs to get his $70 electric toothbrush. Well guess what. It wasn't in the room. I was in the big green metal box we call the dumpster. Here's where the problem begins.

In the real world, housekeeping should have brought it in and put it in 'found'. Well...they didn't. They said it was in the bathroom and didn't work so they threw it out. Yes...this was a mistake. It should have been kept...just in case and just because. But it wasn't. When Music Man demanded it be taken out of the dumpster...'housekeeper' said...I'm not getting it out of there.

He thought differently. By now he was standing at the laundry room door. He thought someone...other than him, by God, should get it out of there.

I, mouthy bitch that I am, said, "You do realize it is in the dumpster?"

He said, "Yes, but it cost $70 and I called and said I left it and would come get it."

I said, " Well, you also said you would be here 5 (I think it was really 4, but who's counting...)hours ago and I just don't know what to tell you."

He said, "Well...it cost $70 and I am pretty upset that it was thrown out."

I said, "Well, next time maybe you should check your room a little better before you leave it."

He, getting a little antsy said, "Well, I don't know why it just wasn't brought to your lost and found department."

I have to admit...he had a valid point.

I said, "Well, it wasn't."

He said, "Well, someone needs to get it for me.

I, by now I'm more pissed, said, "Let's go."  Out the door I went.

We got to the dumpster and I started picking up bags. I looked at him after each bag I held up.

He said, "My trash only had a couple of cups in it...maybe they put it with another bag!"

Whatever.

"Is this it?" Nope. "Is this it?" Nope. "Is this it?" Nope. And I am chucking the bags to the side.

He said, "That's it..." No shit. The bristle end was sticking through the bag. He dramatically pulls it out with his middle and index fingers and there is food stuff stuck to it. There was food in the bag. Surprise.

He said, " I paid $70 for this toothbrush. I have a bad tooth and I really like this brush and I paid $70 for this and..."

SHUT THE FUCK UP!! I know what you paid for it!!

Enough is enough. I told him to give me the toothbrush and I'd replace it. He said he really needed it tonight and he wanted to know who to talk to in order to get this resolved. Couldn't the lady in the office do something??

I said no she couldn't and no one would be able to anything until Monday morning. Call Jennifer and she will help you. He said, yeah like she'll call me back...

I told him she would...blah blah blah...and then I said...look...go up front and give them your address and I will personally see to it that you receive a new toothbrush just like this one!!

"Well," he said, "Is there a pharmacy in town, or a Walgreen's where I can get a replacement head or brush?"

"Um...no!! This is Alpine...! Everything closes at noon on Saturday except Alco. That's your choice. But give me the toothbrush and I'll replace it."

Guess what. He took the toothbrush...did NOT go to the office and off into the sunset he drove. If he calls back...great. If he doesn't...great. I found the exact toothbrush on...you guessed it...Amazon! for $19.99. Yes it was $59.99 msrp...who cares. And the replacement head was $11.99 and three brushes were $8.99. I'll deal with it if we ever hear back from him.

There's more to the story but this is enough shit for one day. What a pain in the ass this job is.

Husband made me tortilla soup for supper. It was wonderful.

My blood sugar is so messed up. It has been extremely low all day...actually since yesterday. I probably should call the ER and tell/ask them about it...but I won't. I'm thinking that now that it's getting in check...perhaps I have too much medication in me. I'll find out on Tuesday. In the mean time...I'll eat sugar. Damn!!

I cleaned out the refrigerator. Sort of. There was some mystery stuff in there. I'm sure glad those cheap Glad containers are...cheap. Sometimes it's too scary to even open them. And I know I haven't made anything fuzzy lately. I found a little bit of sour cream that went perfectly on the potatoes I ate a a few minutes ago. I'm not supposed to have sour cream. Now I don't have to worry about it anymore.

I think I'll settle back and watch TV. Ahhh...the end of a perfect day! See you later!

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