Draw’s Neighborhood

Not feeling altogether healthy today, so have been lying a little upon my bed. I have the blinds open and a crow is spending large amounts of time sitting on the lamp post outside my bedroom window and looking in at me. It flies away and then returns to take up its post again. I am not overly superstitious, but I am starting to get a little spooked out by the damn crow. I would indeed like to stone the damn thing.

FD and the crow : not friends at all

Look you saggy bag of black feathers take your business somewhere else! SHOO!

Yesterday Mr FD and I experienced two ends of customer service - the good, the bad and the bad was ugly.

As mentioned in a previous post, Mr FD and I have been in the process of buying a car for the company that Mr FD is currently setting up. He started some two week ago on this process and he told everyone involved that he needed the car to leave on an extended trip last Monday. He just wanted the basic car, happy to choose from the colours on the show floor. Wanted no extras - oh except floor mats which now cost $180AUS for 4 rubber floor mats! Mr FD made call after call, repeating his need and his deadline. No one listened. They all heard what they wanted to hear, and then covered up with excuses of "fax didn't arrive" ,  "missed the deadline and head office won't process until tomorrow" and "they are out of the office and I'll leave theme a message" . Where do you leave the message? On the toilet wall of the business next door?

Anyway, we finally got the call to collect the car. We made an appointment for 2.30pm. When we arrived our saleswoman was nowhere to be seen. She was out on a test drive with another customer, even though we had an appointment and knew Mr FD had to leave that afternoon on an extended trip. A number of salesmen walked by us without even acknowledging that we were human and breathed. Eventually we made enough noise to be noticed and demanded to be served. A very junior member of the team took us through signing the papers and then she found a poor salesman who had a leg in a cast and couldn't make an exit to go through the car with Mr. FD. I made little effort to make small talk with Junior Girl as she kept up this charade of our Saleswoman returning at any moment, weeping over her unintended absence. Oh yeah.

An hour later we are driving out of the show room and Saleswoman appears. She throws herself in fron of our car and reefs open Mr. FD's door and screams "Congratulations " as though we had just given birth and not gone into spasms more of heart breaking debt. Then she plants a big lipsticky kiss on his cheek, something that normally would have his heart go into overdrive. THEN she runs to the otherside of the car and reefs open MY door, and rubs her cheek against mine. I take particular note of her name badge and facial features to add her to my stick list. I had never met this woman before, Mr FD had only ever spoken to her over the phone. Not a word of "sorry" even though "I knew that you were driving an hour to get here, and had an appointment with me, and were short of time". Nope, She had our money and she was onto the next sale. Customer service? I think not. Next company car, and there will be one or two or three, won't be bought from her.

On the other side, earlier that morning, a real estate salesman left his comatose mother to drive over an hour to bring some papers to us for signing as he knew Mr. FD needed to sign them before he left yesterday. [We are renting warehouse space]. While we were signing, the LOVELY [HANDSOME] Salesman received a phone call to inform him that his mother had just woken from the coma. She had been involved in a car accident a day or so previously. So this man spends 3 hours away from his possibly dying mother as he knew how important his role was in the next step of Mr FD's business. [If we had known before the meeting we would have gone to his office]

Wait there is a 3rd tale of service. Mr FD is in the seed business, pasture seed mainly. He had bought some seed and organized for it to be sent to a depot for delivery. Yesterday morning there is a knock at our front door, Mr FD goes outside and there is a delivery truck driver outside. The delivery man says "Got a pallet of seed, here for you, mate." They sent the damn seed to our residential address despite Mr FD making it obvious the residential address was for billing purposes only! The poor delivery driver had in fact alerted his office that they were sending him to a residential address with a pallet of seed, but they wouldn't listen or double check the details, so the poor delivery driver drove across town only to be told that "yes, that is right, this is the wrong address", and to have to drive back across town to the depot.

So not only are they giving bad customer service to their customers but they are giving bad customer service to each other. Your co-workers deserve as much as your customers, if not more.

To me, it is easier to do the right thing, and to do the right thing first time around than to do to the pretence dance. And if MR FD asks you to help him make a deadline - just remember there is a Flamingo Dancer with a stick list standing behind him.

[Stick list : list of names of all the people I am going to hit with a stick one day soon]

it is possible I'd seen stand-up before watching Richard Pryor Live on the Sunset Strip, but if so, Richard made me forget about it.  RPLotSS was one of the first shows that incorporated performance into stand-up

Richard covered a lot of ground in 80 minutes. a meditation on love, loss and the difference between men and women:

NOTE:  I feel silly even mentioning this, but just in case.  This is RICHARD FUCKING PRYOR peoples.  offensive language is a given.  do not listen at work or at grandma's house.

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Daughter1 just sent me the following quote of the day. Needless to say I agree with it!

'Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of sh-t.'  

and he's earning his pay today. I'm getting a strong feeling that he can't find anything wrong.

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Not a whole lot to remark upon lately, but last night I made a new dinner. I "fanned" Sunset magazine on Facebook, and now and again they'll cull useful ideas from their readers. A few days ago, they asked "what do you do with leftover rotisserie chicken?" I got a couple good ideas. Rotisserie chickens are great for when you don't have the time or energy to cook but want a homecooked, healthy meal.  Idea #1 was to shred the chicken, pour barbecue sauce on it, and put it in a sandwich. Oh so simple but sounds tasty, no?

Idea #2 was last night's dinner -- chicken and biscuits.  Cut the chicken (I wouldn't shred it with forks, but using spoons gets just the right size pieces). If you have time to sautee an onion, put that on top of the chicken. Pour a can of cream of mushroom soup (Amy's Organic is the best) on top, followed by a package of frozen peas and carrots. Then top with biscuit dough, and bake according to the directions for the biscuit dough. I used Bisquick, so the whole thing was super easy. It turned out great, and I think was reasonably healthy, too.

This morning, I actually hauled my butt out of bed early and went to the gym!  For me, this is a major accomplishment. I haven't been active for the last few months. My workout felt great. Woo hoo!

Was here at 820am. Had a device that sounded like spaceships. Made noises for about 15 min then left, saying he'd be right back. He left his parking cones so I guess I should be more hopeful.

I'm tired and have a wicked headache.

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I’m not a bad person, I’m just being honest...

I’m not gonna go and say you’re a bad person because you went to such places. Who am I to judge about morals and moralities.

You see, you spent like, 1% of your monthly salary per night (or 4% of your salary per month) to squeeze your fat a** into a crowded place filled with fogs thick enough to make you call the fire department if you knew less.

The music is just too bloody loud, it messes up your sinoatrial node conductions so that your heart would beat to the sounds of the music.

You feel sorry for rejecting to dance with that man who looks too old to be in his mid 20s as he had said. Now, now honey. Be honest to me...That’s my good boy...

You went home to the smell of cigarettes in your hair and you end up washing your hair at 3 am in the morning.

Plus, it’s pathetic that you drink a whole bottle of alcohol and brag about it. If your life evolves around experimenting the limit of alcohol your body can tolerate, then you are one sad puppy. You need help with your self-esteem. People just crave for approval, don’t they?

So don’t criticize me with my alcohol abstinence. You do your thing, and I’ll do mine.I'll appreciate you for that.

Just remember kids, a decent amount of alcohol will save you from driving yourself into that traffic light pole, saves you a trip to the Emergency Department, saves the ER residents so they could have some sleep for a while longer and finally sparing you from taking your spot in hell earlier, thus giving you a lot of time to pay for your sins if you ever planned on it...

The conclusion is, everybody should stay at their home, writing a blog or making a ‘Youtube’ videos, or uploading pictures to their social accounts. Why would you want to go to clubs socializing when you can do it right here in Facebook?!

On to the next topic.

I don’t watch Inglorious Basterds because of Brad Pitt. To say I watched it because of Brad Pitt is too shallow a thought.

Besides, if I have to admire Brad Pitt, it was because of his talent to bring a character so well.

I watched it because I know it’s a good movie. It’s Quentin Tarantino’s. Sure Quentin’s a jerk for repeatedly making sick movies, for always opting to play a rapist in his movies, etc but I still love this preposterous movie of him.

If I have to admire anyone in the movie, it would be the ever so charming yet ever so sinister, Colonel Hans Landa SS played by a gentleman from Austria, Christoph Waltz. A character you love to hate, but I can’t help but be amazed of Landa. Goodness, I think I'm in love...

Strudel scene

Waltz describes Landa's character as one who has an understanding of how the world works, stating that the swastikas mean nothing to him. He adds that he is not driven by ideology, and that if anyone were to call Landa a Nazi, he would clarify that he was not, stating that just because he wears a Nazi uniform does not mean that he believed in the Nazi ideology. In describing the ending between the Basterds and Landa, he describes him as "realistic to the point of being inhuman", adding that he understands that the world is not just one thing at a time, and even though these things may contradict each other, they do not necessarily have to. link.

Yet, a few other irrelevant topic.

The name list for IPD’s long case is out. I am the lastest of the lastest one in the list. There were supposed to be 2 people on that 1^st day of the last week of long case (a.k.a. last day of the exam) but apparently the other person decided to escape the torture leaving me all alone.Well, everybody’s laughing at the fact that I’m the one and only left to struggle to even open the book on those weekend nights and days when they were busy karaoke-ing or busy hitting on hot chicks/guys sitting at the far end of the cafe.

Ada yang bertanya "Kamu punya cowok? Cowok kamu siapa siy?" then go and say "Ga mungkiiiinnnnn!!!!" Aku merasa sedih dan terhina. Hiks...

What to do on a holiday break? Go to someplace in Europe and have another Immigration officer at Dubai international airport stare at my almost nonexistent (my nonexistent!) boobs. Eye-rolling mode on.

Oh, God! A zit has managed to escape the security surveillance of my beauty products and find its way in the middle of my forehead...it is the end of the world. I’m dead...

Por favor, tire esses sentimentos de mim. Só quero o meu sorriso de volta!