Irritations
Aug. 18th, 2004 10:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geminigirlYou know, just little things.
My boss owes me $20 for a book I bought her, and hasn't paid me back yet. (This is forgiveable-she had a family emergency last Friday, the day we got paid, and food poisoning on Monday but I don't feel comfortable reminding her that she owes me money.)
My boss also neglected to give me the large pile of paperwork locked in her filing cabinet that I need to do my job, yesterday. It's a time consuming project to get the surveys coded and entered into the database, and I'd like to have been able to get a chunk of it done, since she did collect a significant pile while I was away and I finally get a chance to catch up this week.
And...she gave me survey this morning. We changed our coding system earlier this year, so surveys get coded twice...once by me when they get entered, and once prior to that when they're given-this makes matching pre and post tests much easier, and much more reliable. Only, the pre-admission codes were never marked on these post tests...she can't find the original code sheet for at least one of these groups.
And the tire saga. I'd have been amused by it, except I had unusually bad cramps yesterday and just wanted to go home. (Side note...I feel like a wuss complaining about my cramps now...they're nothing like they were before the pill. I'm almost never physically ill from them anymore. And yet, yesterday, I could have used something far stonger than anything I had in the house.)
Back to the tire story. Just before I left for Canada, I took my car to get an oil change, and the guy recommended new tires. I was skeptical (I have serious mistrust issues with car people) so I decided to let Cayne look at them and then decide, figuring we could get new tires on the way to Canada without much difficulty. Cayne agreed with the car guy that I needed new tires, so on our way to Canada, we stopped at Sears and bought two tires for my car. Some time after we left Sears and before we arrived at his parents, Cayne also decided that Sears had put the new tires on the wrong wheels (I wasn't sure about this at all, but I don't claim to know about these things, and so I left it up to his judgement,) and that they should have left the other set of tires on the car (not the ones they left.) Are you with me so far?
So, Cayne decided to take my car and replace the front tires-the rear tires being brand new. And things are fine, until yesterday. I leave the office a few minutes early, just wanting to go home, take something stronger than tylenol for the cramps and hang out on the couch for a bit. As I go to put my things into the car, I notice that there is a large nail sticking out of my tire on the passenger side rear tire. I grumble. The tire isn't flat-it's still inflated, and there's a good half inch of nail sticking out between the tire and the head of the nail. I call Cayne and grumble, and ask if he remembers which tires we bought at Sears...hoping it was the rear tires, knowing I'd spent the extra $6/tire and purchased the road hazard coverage. I drive to Sears, show the guy the nail, and they decide that because of where the nail is, and the size of the nail that they can't repair the tire. So they replace it. I paid less than $10 for them to do this ($6 for road hazard warranty on the new tire, $3 local and state tire disposal fees, plus sales tax.)
(Say what you want about Sears, and tires-Cayne and I disagree about them, but I know that I can almost always find one when I need to, and for replacing or patching my tires, they do fine.)
I'd have found the continuing saga of the tires amusing if I hadn't just wanted to go home.
My boss owes me $20 for a book I bought her, and hasn't paid me back yet. (This is forgiveable-she had a family emergency last Friday, the day we got paid, and food poisoning on Monday but I don't feel comfortable reminding her that she owes me money.)
My boss also neglected to give me the large pile of paperwork locked in her filing cabinet that I need to do my job, yesterday. It's a time consuming project to get the surveys coded and entered into the database, and I'd like to have been able to get a chunk of it done, since she did collect a significant pile while I was away and I finally get a chance to catch up this week.
And...she gave me survey this morning. We changed our coding system earlier this year, so surveys get coded twice...once by me when they get entered, and once prior to that when they're given-this makes matching pre and post tests much easier, and much more reliable. Only, the pre-admission codes were never marked on these post tests...she can't find the original code sheet for at least one of these groups.
And the tire saga. I'd have been amused by it, except I had unusually bad cramps yesterday and just wanted to go home. (Side note...I feel like a wuss complaining about my cramps now...they're nothing like they were before the pill. I'm almost never physically ill from them anymore. And yet, yesterday, I could have used something far stonger than anything I had in the house.)
Back to the tire story. Just before I left for Canada, I took my car to get an oil change, and the guy recommended new tires. I was skeptical (I have serious mistrust issues with car people) so I decided to let Cayne look at them and then decide, figuring we could get new tires on the way to Canada without much difficulty. Cayne agreed with the car guy that I needed new tires, so on our way to Canada, we stopped at Sears and bought two tires for my car. Some time after we left Sears and before we arrived at his parents, Cayne also decided that Sears had put the new tires on the wrong wheels (I wasn't sure about this at all, but I don't claim to know about these things, and so I left it up to his judgement,) and that they should have left the other set of tires on the car (not the ones they left.) Are you with me so far?
So, Cayne decided to take my car and replace the front tires-the rear tires being brand new. And things are fine, until yesterday. I leave the office a few minutes early, just wanting to go home, take something stronger than tylenol for the cramps and hang out on the couch for a bit. As I go to put my things into the car, I notice that there is a large nail sticking out of my tire on the passenger side rear tire. I grumble. The tire isn't flat-it's still inflated, and there's a good half inch of nail sticking out between the tire and the head of the nail. I call Cayne and grumble, and ask if he remembers which tires we bought at Sears...hoping it was the rear tires, knowing I'd spent the extra $6/tire and purchased the road hazard coverage. I drive to Sears, show the guy the nail, and they decide that because of where the nail is, and the size of the nail that they can't repair the tire. So they replace it. I paid less than $10 for them to do this ($6 for road hazard warranty on the new tire, $3 local and state tire disposal fees, plus sales tax.)
(Say what you want about Sears, and tires-Cayne and I disagree about them, but I know that I can almost always find one when I need to, and for replacing or patching my tires, they do fine.)
I'd have found the continuing saga of the tires amusing if I hadn't just wanted to go home.
