Pop Ups

Not talking about my pretzels again nor anything that comes out of the toaster.  Nope, I'm talking about those pesky pop ups that show up on your computer monitor.  Yesterday I was trying to check my emails and delete all those "enhance your penis size" or "Strawberry! There are singles in your area just dying to meet you."  Uh, no thank you.  I've seen just about everyone in my small rural town and there is a reason those guys are single!!!!!

Something else popped up yesterday and that was a full-blown headache.  Granted I started my commando diet (she sheepishly admits...wasn't I going to start it a few days...weeks ago!) and I hadn't had my caffeine in the form of coffee [still haven't had a dark cola...diet or otherwise since July 23rd] yet, but there was crap blowing through Oklahoma and it all wound up in my sinus cavities!  Eeeeee-ouch.  My head was pounding.  Oh, that reminds me...more Tylenol or Ibuprofen for the office.  I'll be back...

Back!  Hey, if I don't do it while I'm thinking about it, the thought is gone.

So yesterday amidst my throbbing headache and thinking about papers to write and books to read, etc. a certain customer calls.  Now this guy (ahem, "single" I might add) calls almost everyday to get his balance.  Most of the time he wants a certain employee who will banter with him (not me!) and make lewd comments with him...until HE goes too far and then HE gets in trouble.  Ah, that's a different story for a different day.

So John Q Sleezeball calls yesterday and his favorite employee is busy.  He asks for a balance.  I give it to him and AS ALWAYS (I mean every single time) he says "That's not right!"  Every time.....like clockwork... this guys says this and every time the balance IS always right.  This guy thinks I'm the idiot.  Uh, I'm not overdrawn for the upteenth time arguing with the bank employee!!!  Sheesh, this guy gets on my nerves can you tell?

Usually I'm nice.  I mean I answer the phones and I'm expected to be nice, right?

 So I say "Well, I'm looking at your account and this is what it's showing."

And he says, "You don't understand, I haven't written any checks.  This can't be right."

I retort, "I'm looking at a check for $250 to a certain bar."  (sidebar: don't go to a bar and hand them a blank check and say "keep a tab!"  Duh)

"I'm looking at your check for 93.00 to same bar.  I'm looking at a check to a chinese restaurant and a check to Subway, so yes, John Q Sleezeball, you DID write some checks and now you have an NSF fee!"

He asked to speak to another employee!  Hahahahahaha

So he calls back even later in the day and talks to his favorite employee and she chews him out for bothering me.  He tells her, "She didn't know what I was trying to say."  Yeah, right.  It doesn't take a genius to look at your account and see that all your money goes to a strip joint and the casino!  Gee, I'm glad I got my BBA so I can argue with you about business.  But hey, I don't know what I'm talking about. 

Oh Lord, thank you that it is Tuesday and a whole new day to argue with John Q "Brilliant" Sleezeball!

No, really, I AM in a better mood.  No headache....but no coffee yet either.

P.S. I'm really mad at myself too.  I had my picture taken on Sunday and I don't like what I see.  Commando Diet, here I come.

P.S.S. Happy Boss' Day, if you are bossy.  Everyone at work is bringing a snack.  This is going to be a long day to stick to my diet.  I'm bringing a veggie tray.