**Most of this post is a ranty-rant about Macy’s and the City of Los Angeles. I wrote it this morning in between taking care of stuff, and when I finished, decided to go for a walk before it got too hot. That’s when I saw this:
I’m power walking along, and look up to see this dude walking in the opposite direction. I swear to gawd he looked just like the Cenegenics man. No, he did not have a shirt on. Yes, he was crazy buff. I always thought the advertisement was just his head photoshopped onto another body. But unless he was a walking, photoshopped hologram, homeboy really is ripped.
He was with an overly made-up woman, hair full-on did, wearing a sun visor because a baseball hat would surely have smashed her coif, and Tammy Faye Baker-esque makeup to go with it. That might not sound terribly unusual, but they were pounding the pavement and not on a leisurely stroll, so I can only assume her cosmetics were sweat-proof. It was utterly fascinating. What’s my point? *Shrug* I haven’t got one, but since this post is already a veritable cornucopia of nothing I thought I’d toss this in too.
So the weekend before last we went to Macy’s to buy a toaster and some bowls. We have bowls, but for whatever reason we only use two of them consistently, the others are part of a set of dishes we bought right after we married. At the time, we were only concerned with the size of the coffee cups that came with them. They needed to be big, therefore we bought the set with the biggest damn cups they had. Unfortunately, the dishes actually suck. They are all square, which isn’t unreasonable for a plate. But the bowls are square too, and shallow, which is freaking stupid. What the fuck am I supposed to do with a square bowl that’s only an inch deep?
So we have these two glass pyrex bowls that we use for all our bowl-related needs. Which means I have to wash them constantly, which is why we went to buy bowls.
Holy crap, have I ever mentioned my love of back story? Geez.
Anyway – Macy’s. First, the poor sales guy was not the brightest ray of sunshine. I would have forgiven that, except he decided to start addressing everything to my husband instead of both of us. And when I say both of us, I really mean me. Come on, I’m the one that tracked the guy down to find the bowls. My husband doesn’t care, and he certainly doesn’t want to be at Macy’s on a Saturday. Or ever, for that matter.
The bowls weren’t in stock, of course, so they had to order them. Fine. No problem, especially since we didn’t have to pay shipping. Two days later a package from Macy’s shows up, with one bowl in it. A call to customer service assured me the other bowls were on their way, and they were, one by freaking one.
Let’s ignore the fact that a number of trees were killed in the shipping process. What I want to know is, are they in cahoots with the post office?
And in other stupid news…
This morning I spent a significant amount of time on hold with the city finance office. We received a notice to appear in a court hearing this week for failure to pay some sort of tax to the city. The City of Los Angeles, mind you, where we haven’t lived in four years.
We paid our taxes over a month ago, through the nose, so this came as a big freaking surprise. Especially since we never received any sort of form or notice or anything at all from the city. After being on hold for an eternity someone finally came on the line. She didn’t answer any of my questions. She did, however, tell me that the city isn’t required to send out a notice letting us know we had to pay anything. My next question was a very obvious, “Well how are we supposed to know we had to pay anything?”
Answer: You need to find out.
Me: Right, and that’s why I’m calling. We weren’t sent any information about it until this hearing notice was sent.
Lackadaisical City Worker: Well it’s your responsibility.
Me: But we don’t even live in Los Angeles. We live in Pasadena.
Her: Well you still have to pay.
Me: Well what are you basing this on? What’s the tax for?
Her: It’s tax to the city.
Me: Okay, I understand that, but what is the tax FOR?
Her: You have to find that out.
No shit lady, why else would I be calling?? And round and round we went, until I finally hung up the phone. I don’t know if they train employees to speak in riddles, or if the lady was truly clueless, but somehow this must be part of the Macy’s/post office conspiracy.
So, what did you guys do this weekend?