Celebration!

Gobble-Gobble.

I decided to come into work today for two reasons. One, we don't have a coffee maker at home. Two, although we have internet at home, I tend to not use it there. Three, today is going to be slow as hell and Sean is not coming in today. Four, it's just for three hours. Five, "Ah-ah!"

So after dropping Jeanne of at work last night, I had an idea. I was craving fried chicken and decided to stop by KFC before going home. KFC has this special that's $7.99 for 10 pieces legs & thighs. So I get there and the drive-thru line is backed up. I pull up to the end of it and wait....and wait...and wait....

The car up front ordering has no cars in front of him but he's at the order speaker for five minutes. He finally pulls up. The next car is sitting there for five minutes. He pulls up. Next, the SUV in front of me pulls up for five seconds and pulls up. I pull up and get ready to order and the voice on the other end says, "Thank you for choosing Taco Bell/KFC. Sorry we're closed. You can come back again tomorrow..."

What the fuck? I guess they were on holiday hours, since places usually observe Thanksgiving on the eve. While I was in line, I noticed a guy park his SUV and walk to the entrance. This place is usually open till like 3am and the dining area is usually open until 12 or 1 or somewhere around that time. I was immediately reminded of working at California Tacos, Ted & Wally's, & Jane's when the fellow walked to the door and tried it. The door was locked and he looked in for a few seconds. When driving through the drive-thru, defeated, I looked in the dining room and noticed that all the chairs were up.

That would bug me to no end. All those places I've worked at, you're closing up and putting up chairs and sweeping and mopping up the place and people walk in right past everything and go right up to the counter. There are many ridiculous senarios that fit into that category of stupidness, so I won't bore you with them. If that's not irritating enough, some of them actually sit down to dine in. Some of them, when you tell them that they need to finish up because "we're all done in the back and we're just waiting for you to finish up," take about 10-15 more minutes. It's like, "Let me finish up this awesome story about how cool I am first."

So I started thinking of other places to go to but everywhere is closed. Man, even in Omaha places stay open later. What the fuck? Everyone always thinks of Omaha like this ass-backward cowboy place that has nothing to do. Oh, there's way more things to do there than here, especially on the eve of Thanksgiving. If anything, Baker's is open. Over here we have Ralphs. They can't even get the possesive apostrophe correct. I go to the Jack in the Box on Sepulveda in Culver City and there's a van at the window. They're open. I go to the speakerbox (the love below) and wait..and wait...and wait...I'm waiting for fucking five minutes. Another car pulls up behind me and one behind that person. So there's a van at the window and two cars behind me, that I can see. I start wondering if they are, in fact, open. Maybe that van at the window is someone's ride? I'm trapped either way, so I wait. 10 minutes go by and the voice comes on to take my order. I go home and watch Planes, Trains, & Automobiles while I eat. I've never seen this movie before, so I wasn't watching it to get into the Thanksgiving spirit. I had no clue. I cracked open a beer and passed out.

I've been really exhausted recently, due to my new schedule and my refusal to sleep early. I need time to watch a movie, read the paper, and read part of my book, which, by the way, I need to get back to Grant when I'm done. Maybe I'll go take a six-pack to the Beach Boys memorial.

Speaking of awesome stuff that happen, Jeanne was confronted by an angry lady last night. The lady was trying to check in the hotel but they didn't have the reservation. Jeanne hasn't been fully trained yet, but they left her on her own and did not tell her that there's a central number to call that has all the reservations of all their hotels, so she doesn't know what to do. There's no one there to help her, as it's the 11pm-7am shift. The lady is being ridiculous and the only thing Jeanne can think of is that she'll comp her a room. Later, she finds out that the lady is at the wrong hotel. So, this bitch of a lady is getting charge double. That's what happens when people are fucking stupid and play the "customer's always right" card and don't try to relent any to see if the person may or may not be able figure this out.

"Here's a best of Sting record, go retire your ears. 'Let your soul be your pilot.'"
-Henry Rollins

Tonight we're going to go somewhere to eat and then watch a movie.