ROFL sure it is....It?s more than a gift card.
Oh shit I hope they publish my review from FinancialAdvisorJim. lol
Nope, no cameras and honestly I wouldn't recognize the guy, co-worker took the order initially and the person whom picked the part up wasn't the guy who ordered them, he said he was picking it up for him; we've been allowing this since forever because it has never been an issue in the past. Plus I was a little busy at the time so I quickly handed the part to the guy not really paying attention. Could it be possible I fucked up and handed the part to the wrong customer?, sure, but why wouldn't that customer have come back and said where is my x?, this is not what I ordered(Plus further evidence below I did not fuck up). The customer on the phone was also very adamant that no one knew he ordered the part, he said it like 3-4x, so that there would be no one to know to pick up the part for him. Just one of those conversations that they have an answer for everything. He also, while on the phone, blurted out of nowhere as if he was talking to someone, "well I guess I'm going to have to go back down to order the part," it seemed very staged.Any way to double check with a security camera or something? I'm guessing you must recognize the guy.
I do, but I fail to see how this is his fault. Actually, my coworker says he called the guy when the part came in and the customer said they were coming in to pick it up so he left the part on the counter. I have no reason not to believe him because he actually is good about calling customers and he typically will only leave a part on the counter when they say they are on their way to pick it up. So why would the customer call looking for his part when he was already told it was in and he said he was going to come pick it up.Sounds like you have shit coworkers.
....my god bro. Sorry. And I know sorry isn't enough.Eight year relationship ending during the trial for my best friends murderer. Trial ran M-F and I was there every day for our friends and his family who are from out of state and don't know anyone. Tuesday night she gets pissy because I don't want to talk on the phone. Friday night after the verdict I apologize and tell her I just need a few more days to deal with it on my own and give her examples of what I've been dealing with. Like trying to keep people from breaking down or fighting in the courthouse when his killers family laughs at his mom and sister in the halls. Seeing pictures of his body. Chasing his sister out of the courthouse when the verdict of EIGHT YEARS for shooting my friend in the back of the head at 3am on a dirt road, stuffing him in her trunk, and taking him to a pig farm is read. Ending up between her and a cliff edge. Having something inside me just break when I get her to sit down and she starts screaming in anguish. Fucked up stuff. She tells me if I don't talk to her NOW we're over. We had talked about getting married when I can go back to Florida in another couple months. Fuck her. I haven't called her and I wont.
Yeah...I'm pretty sure you can rack up your jimmies being rustled to a condition called "having a fucking soul"...sorry on all accounts aforementioned.Eight year relationship ending during the trial for my best friends murderer. Trial ran M-F and I was there every day for our friends and his family who are from out of state and don't know anyone. Tuesday night she gets pissy because I don't want to talk on the phone. Friday night after the verdict I apologize and tell her I just need a few more days to deal with it on my own and give her examples of what I've been dealing with. Like trying to keep people from breaking down or fighting in the courthouse when his killers family laughs at his mom and sister in the halls. Seeing pictures of his body. Chasing his sister out of the courthouse when the verdict of EIGHT YEARS for shooting my friend in the back of the head at 3am on a dirt road, stuffing him in her trunk, and taking him to a pig farm is read. Ending up between her and a cliff edge. Having something inside me just break when I get her to sit down and she starts screaming in anguish. Fucked up stuff. She tells me if I don't talk to her NOW we're over. We had talked about getting married when I can go back to Florida in another couple months. Fuck her. I haven't called her and I wont.
You have no idea. There's so much shit I didn't bring up. Like the evening when his ex girlfriend was inconsolable and would only talk to myself and a friend after shutting her husband out. Literally. Locked herself in their car while my friend and I ran to the store. People fighting over stuff that was "missing" from his house. His mom burning his MTG trade binders Saturday after they were released from evidence(they were in the car). They meant so much to him and were probably worth more than his house. I actually think it's best if I'm honest. She wanted them gone and it's going to cause the most anger but the least drama even though I kind of hate her for destroying part of a collection he cared so much about.Man, that's badly written rom-com levels of shittiness there. Sorry man, hope it all works out somehow.