Saturday, June 7 is this year's Belmont Stakes. I have been going to the Belmont Stakes for many years. I don't know how long. It first started out with just me and my husband. We just used to drive over to Belmont Park, park the car, pay the admission and go in and see a day of horse racing. We used to stand by the fence, down by the track where the horses run. Then, my husband found out you could buy seats and he decided that we should do that from that point on. It was a really good idea because Belmont Stakes day is so packed with people, there's really no place to sit down and rest. One year, for some reason, he couldn't go. I went by myself. I had asked one or two of my friends if they wanted to accompany me but no one was available. Over the years our outing to the Belmont Stakes has grown and the size has varied. An individual can purchase up to 10 tickets. The ticket distribution is down by lotto. The order form goes into a bin and either yours is drawn or it isn't. This year my order was for 10 people. I'm the one in charge of purchasing the tickets because I'm on the mailing list so I get the order form automatically. Ten people going is so obnoxious and I think it caused me from having my name drawn even though it's done randomly, supposedly. I was there when the next-to-last Triple Crown Winner won in 1977-Seattle Slew. He was the last living Triple Crown winner who died in 2002. This year I think there's a real contender for the Triple Crown. My point is this: I haven't received the tickets yet and it's getting so close to the Preakness, it's this Saturday. They usually come right around now. I'm very worried that I'm not getting them this year and really, really pissed off.
After the racing day is over, we all trek over to a fantastic Italian restaurant nearby. The whole thing has become a ritual. Even though I hadn't received the tickets, I made the reservation in the restaurant because reservations fill up quickly on Belmont day. I was making the reservation for the 10 of us and the guy on the phone asked me to give him a credit card to hold the reservation. That was okay, but then he said he was going to put $100 through on the credit card. Honestly, I never heard of anything like that. Usually, you give the credit card # to hold your reservation, and then, if you don't show up he puts the charge through. I told him no, that I had never heard of anything like that and that he was the only restaurant in NY that does that. He told me he didn't know he was the only one. I asked him what would happen if I cancel the reservation. He told me he'd give me a credit. Don't think I believed that for one little second. I told him we go there often, (not true, we go once a year, occasionally twice a year) and that every time i make a reservation he gives me a hard time. He said that putting the charge through was there policy for parties of 10 or more. I told him to make the reservation for 8 people. When I get there, if I get there, I'll tell them to set 2 more places.
Well, it all may be a moot point anyway. It doesn't look like I'm going!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Bebe on The stupidity of co-workers
I just hate the incompetence of some co-workers, and I use the term co-worker loosely. Some people are just so stupid! They can never remember anything, no matter how many times you tell them. I used to work for a charitable, non-profit organization. I was the only paid employee of the organization in our area. Anyone else who helped out were volunteers. But there wasn't much help from them.
Occasionally, things needed to be purchased for an event or a meeting, and quite often a volunteer/member would lay out their own money. As with any type of company, there are procedures for getting reimbursed. Simple procedures.
There's a form.
One of the members who has been around the organization for years, has had the "procedure" for reimbursement explained to her, many times, by me. She never seems to be able to remember the really simple "procedure" for getting your money back. All you have to do is get a form from me. Fill out the form, get it signed by an officer (one of whom is one of her very close friends so one would think it would not be too difficult to get it signed, right?) of the organization, attach the receipt and hand it to me. If it's a couple of dollars I would pay it right out of petty cash. If it's a larger amount, it goes to our treasurer and she cuts a check.
Does this sound very difficult?
I really can't even begin to count how many times she just walked up to my desk and asked me for money, and she usually did not have the receipt with her. I then re-explained to her that she needs to give me the receipt so the money can be accounted for, duh! She would nod her head "okay" as if it were the first time she was hearing this news.
One time she called me on the phone and asked me to have the Treasurer send her a check for some purchase she had made. A) Why would I have to call? Doesn't she have a mouth? B) It doesn't work that way. C) I had explain the process again while trying to be patient.
Since this idiot doesn't even own a computer, I offered to fax her the form. No fax machine.
I ended up mailing her the fucking form and told her to fill it out and mail it directly to the treasurer. She asked me for the treasurer's address.
You may not think that's a terrible crime, but it is to me. Here's why? Every year, in the fall when the new officers of the organization are appointed, I made a new directory of all the officers names, addresses, phone #s, e-mail address, etc. It takes a good bit of time to prepare and edit. Everybody gets a copy of the directory. I think it would be nice if someone actually looked at the thing. Know what I mean?
I told her she could find the treasurer's address in the directory. She said "oh".
This is an example of the kind of stupidity I used to deal with from these narrow-minded, 60-70-80 somethings. They were some of the stupidist, provincial morons I have ever known. I'm not there anymore. In fact, I'm retired now.
Occasionally, things needed to be purchased for an event or a meeting, and quite often a volunteer/member would lay out their own money. As with any type of company, there are procedures for getting reimbursed. Simple procedures.
There's a form.
One of the members who has been around the organization for years, has had the "procedure" for reimbursement explained to her, many times, by me. She never seems to be able to remember the really simple "procedure" for getting your money back. All you have to do is get a form from me. Fill out the form, get it signed by an officer (one of whom is one of her very close friends so one would think it would not be too difficult to get it signed, right?) of the organization, attach the receipt and hand it to me. If it's a couple of dollars I would pay it right out of petty cash. If it's a larger amount, it goes to our treasurer and she cuts a check.
Does this sound very difficult?
I really can't even begin to count how many times she just walked up to my desk and asked me for money, and she usually did not have the receipt with her. I then re-explained to her that she needs to give me the receipt so the money can be accounted for, duh! She would nod her head "okay" as if it were the first time she was hearing this news.
One time she called me on the phone and asked me to have the Treasurer send her a check for some purchase she had made. A) Why would I have to call? Doesn't she have a mouth? B) It doesn't work that way. C) I had explain the process again while trying to be patient.
Since this idiot doesn't even own a computer, I offered to fax her the form. No fax machine.
I ended up mailing her the fucking form and told her to fill it out and mail it directly to the treasurer. She asked me for the treasurer's address.
You may not think that's a terrible crime, but it is to me. Here's why? Every year, in the fall when the new officers of the organization are appointed, I made a new directory of all the officers names, addresses, phone #s, e-mail address, etc. It takes a good bit of time to prepare and edit. Everybody gets a copy of the directory. I think it would be nice if someone actually looked at the thing. Know what I mean?
I told her she could find the treasurer's address in the directory. She said "oh".
This is an example of the kind of stupidity I used to deal with from these narrow-minded, 60-70-80 somethings. They were some of the stupidist, provincial morons I have ever known. I'm not there anymore. In fact, I'm retired now.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Bebe on Holidays ...
Boy oh boy!
Shopping with old people and idiots. Let me tell you about the old lady in the supermarket who took her damn time touching every single fucking roll in the bin. As the seconds ticked away, I got up right behind her, so when she turned around my nose was sticking in her god damned face. I said: "Now that you've touched every single one of them, can I have a chance now?"
She sure was shocked. She just walked away. I selected my rolls then moved on, charging my cart into other carts that were blocking the aisles where the other asshole shoppers had parked theirs, and elbowing my way to the meat counter. Just charging ahead. What a nightmare!
Shopping with old people and idiots. Let me tell you about the old lady in the supermarket who took her damn time touching every single fucking roll in the bin. As the seconds ticked away, I got up right behind her, so when she turned around my nose was sticking in her god damned face. I said: "Now that you've touched every single one of them, can I have a chance now?"
She sure was shocked. She just walked away. I selected my rolls then moved on, charging my cart into other carts that were blocking the aisles where the other asshole shoppers had parked theirs, and elbowing my way to the meat counter. Just charging ahead. What a nightmare!
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