How life sucked donkey balls today: the :eeyore : thread

[fledonfoot]

Could be worse. Just look up two posts.

True.

Could've had a bunch of black ice run into your loaner car.

Or the asshole that backed into my truck as I was pulling into a parking spot.

[fledonfoot]

Nope. I've had a pretty worthy 24 hours, between clipping that asshole's bumper; special ordering the wrong shower for the bathroom after making the same measuring mistake 3 times in 3 days to double check; getting my mom's xmas gift sent back from customs because they couldn't process it for some reason and having now to send it 2 day international priority shipping for $140 (for a $50 gift); and having to call the cops on an abusive customer at work after he backed me into a corner.

I'm just fucking done right now.

[NEEK]

Damn, bro.

is up with this asshole customer??

[goIftdibrad]

Deer ran into my loaner car on my drive home tonight.

shit at least it ws a loaner

[NEEK]

I got compared to



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[Desertbreh]

Nope. I've had a pretty worthy 24 hours, between clipping that asshole's bumper; special ordering the wrong shower for the bathroom after making the same measuring mistake 3 times in 3 days to double check; getting my mom's xmas gift sent back from customs because they couldn't process it for some reason and having now to send it 2 day international priority shipping for $140 (for a $50 gift); and having to call the cops on an abusive customer at work after he backed me into a corner.

I'm just fucking done right now.

WOW

[max225]

Nope. I've had a pretty worthy 24 hours, between clipping that asshole's bumper; special ordering the wrong shower for the bathroom after making the same measuring mistake 3 times in 3 days to double check; getting my mom's xmas gift sent back from customs because they couldn't process it for some reason and having now to send it 2 day international priority shipping for $140 (for a $50 gift); and having to call the cops on an abusive customer at work after he backed me into a corner.

I'm just fucking done right now.

Well holy shit ... that sucks ...

I have some shit that has happened also, but I am not at liberty to discuss because my work computer may be monitored..

[fledonfoot]

I've just fucking had it with the fucking self righteous entitlement everyone has now. It's completely fucking off the wall.

[max225]

I've just fucking had it with the fucking self righteous entitlement everyone has now. It's completely fucking off the wall.

What was the outcome of the cops showing up?

[NEEK]

Some jackass at work rubbed paint from their door onto my car... Fortunately it came off. But people.

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[fledonfoot]

I've just fucking had it with the fucking self righteous entitlement everyone has now. It's completely fucking off the wall.

What was the outcome of the cops showing up?

I just wanted out of the situation. Guy's no longer welcome.

[max225]

What was the outcome of the cops showing up?

I just wanted out of the situation. Guy's no longer welcome.

Can we get a bit more deets? Like dafuq happened? He fucked up the car and demanded to have it covered? Or something happened out of warranty and he demanded to have that covered as well?

[NEEK]

I just wanted out of the situation. Guy's no longer welcome.

Can we get a bit more deets? Like dafuq happened? He fucked up the car and demanded to have it covered? Or something happened out of warranty and he demanded to have that covered as well?

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[fledonfoot]

I just wanted out of the situation. Guy's no longer welcome.

Can we get a bit more deets? Like dafuq happened? He fucked up the car and demanded to have it covered? Or something happened out of warranty and he demanded to have that covered as well?

Basic story is a 6'8" 280lb meathead brought in 2008 a Cadillac CTS for an oil change. With no history of us ever working on the car or having any kind of relationship with the guy ever before.

To a Toyota no less.

Car has aftermarket alarm, several accessories and 20" amongst a bunch of other shit. We pull the car in, drain the oil, find out we don't have the right filter in stock for the car and send a parts guy up the street to the local GM to get a filter. I go out to the guy, let him know it'll be a few extra minutes while we run up to get the filter and he starts with the obviously over-dramatic incredulous behavior. I try to calm him down, and crack a joke about how many Caddy's we work on every day as a Toyota service department, and head back to my desk.

20 minutes later we've got oil back in the car and I start closing out the paperwork. Didn't even bother with any upsells because it's an off market car for us and not really something I want to get involved in trying to make money on, given his attitude and only 30 minutes before I'm supposed to leave for the day. Car generally had OK brakes and tires and no visible safety issues.

Car doesn't start.

It's either got a weird alarm issue or a fuel pump issue at startup. We spend a good 20 minutes with the car trying to get it started, and strike out with all the quick tricks. I go out to the guy, ask him if there's a trick I need to know about with his aftermarket equipment and he stands up and comes towards me asking what I'm talking about and starting with the whole meathead dominating persona schtick. I immediately turn around, head back to the shop and we spend a few more minutes before we're able to get it started by dumping tons of 2+2 into the intake while we crank it.

It's a fuel issue.

I go back around to get the customer, let him know it looks like his issue is fuel related. He reaches out for me to grab me by the shoulder and shove me into the corner of the room and start with the intimidation shit. I dodge, but end up backing myself against a wall. Not very comfortable with the situation. He starts with the meathead schtick again starts screaming that I'm trying to scam him and that "I don't take that shit from anybody and you're going to regret fucking with me".

My anxiety is on full bore and i'm starting to have a panic attack. I ask him to back up so we can figure this out. He's still screaming about things. I tell him he needs to back up or I'm going to call the cops and pull out my phone. Thankfully some random customer said something to him to distract him and I was able to slip away. I made the call, a service manager came over and they basically had a screaming match for another few minutes.

I just wanted to out of the situation. I just wanted him out of there, for me to go home and have a few beers and just get on with things. He was asked to leave and not come back.

[Apex]

Basic story is a 6'8" 280lb meathead brought in 2008 a Cadillac CTS for an oil change. With no history of us ever working on the car or having any kind of relationship with the guy ever before.

To a Toyota no less.

Car has aftermarket alarm, several accessories and 20" amongst a bunch of other shit. We pull the car in, drain the oil, find out we don't have the right filter in stock for the car and send a parts guy up the street to the local GM to get a filter. I go out to the guy, let him know it'll be a few extra minutes while we run up to get the filter and he starts with the obviously over-dramatic incredulous behavior. I try to calm him down, and crack a joke about how many Caddy's we work on every day as a Toyota service department, and head back to my desk.

20 minutes later we've got oil back in the car and I start closing out the paperwork. Didn't even bother with any upsells because it's an off market car for us and not really something I want to get involved in trying to make money on, given his attitude and only 30 minutes before I'm supposed to leave for the day. Car generally had OK brakes and tires and no visible safety issues.

Car doesn't start.

It's either got a weird alarm issue or a fuel pump issue at startup. We spend a good 20 minutes with the car trying to get it started, and strike out with all the quick tricks. I go out to the guy, ask him if there's a trick I need to know about with his aftermarket equipment and he stands up and comes towards me asking what I'm talking about and starting with the whole meathead dominating persona schtick. I immediately turn around, head back to the shop and we spend a few more minutes before we're able to get it started by dumping tons of 2+2 into the intake while we crank it.

It's a fuel issue.

I go back around to get the customer, let him know it looks like his issue is fuel related. He reaches out for me to grab me by the shoulder and shove me into the corner of the room and start with the intimidation shit. I dodge, but end up backing myself against a wall. Not very comfortable with the situation. He starts with the meathead schtick again starts screaming that I'm trying to scam him and that "I don't take that shit from anybody and you're going to regret fucking with me".

My anxiety is on full bore and i'm starting to have a panic attack. I ask him to back up so we can figure this out. He's still screaming about things. I tell him he needs to back up or I'm going to call the cops and pull out my phone. Thankfully some random customer said something to him to distract him and I was able to slip away. I made the call, a service manager came over and they basically had a screaming match for another few minutes.

I just wanted to out of the situation. I just wanted him out of there, for me to go home and have a few beers and just get on with things. He was asked to leave and not come back.

Fuck that guy

[wap]

What an awful sounding animal. Sorry you went through that.

[fledonfoot]

Yeah.

I've recently got to the point where I've had my anxiety under control for the first time in a long time. Haven't had a panic attack for almost 2 years. I'm at the point where I've weaned off the meds to the point where I'm about to stop entirely.

That was basically the worst I've felt in 2 years. I don't feel that good right now still, after almost a day. I'm amazed that I didn't shut down entirely, but I'm definitely shaken. I need to just out and relax for a bit, calm down and keep going. I don't want to be where I was two years ago again.

[wap]

Good luck, mang.

[Tar]

Yeah.

I've recently got to the point where I've had my anxiety under control for the first time in a long time. Haven't had a panic attack for almost 2 years. I'm at the point where I've weaned off the meds to the point where I'm about to stop entirely.

That was basically the worst I've felt in 2 years. I don't feel that good right now still, after almost a day. I'm amazed that I didn't shut down entirely, but I'm definitely shaken. I need to just out and relax for a bit, calm down and keep going. I don't want to be where I was two years ago again.

Nicole my wife conquered that and it was no picnic. Poor girl.

Bad that you need to go through it too. I hope not to deal with it in my life but anyone can end up with it. Good luck in overcoming it. Sounds like you're almost there.

That guy is such an ass. He is not well. I bet he isn't even allowed to go to a Chevy dealer for similar reasons. Nobody should be spoken to in that way.

[fledonfoot]

Nope. I've had a pretty worthy 24 hours, between clipping that asshole's bumper; special ordering the wrong shower for the bathroom after making the same measuring mistake 3 times in 3 days to double check; getting my mom's xmas gift sent back from customs because they couldn't process it for some reason and having now to send it 2 day international priority shipping for $140 (for a $50 gift); and having to call the cops on an abusive customer at work after he backed me into a corner.

I'm just fucking done right now.

Fuck dude.

This month.

You said it.

[max225]

Can we get a bit more deets? Like dafuq happened? He fucked up the car and demanded to have it covered? Or something happened out of warranty and he demanded to have that covered as well?

Basic story is a 6'8" 280lb meathead brought in 2008 a Cadillac CTS for an oil change. With no history of us ever working on the car or having any kind of relationship with the guy ever before.

To a Toyota no less.

Car has aftermarket alarm, several accessories and 20" amongst a bunch of other shit. We pull the car in, drain the oil, find out we don't have the right filter in stock for the car and send a parts guy up the street to the local GM to get a filter. I go out to the guy, let him know it'll be a few extra minutes while we run up to get the filter and he starts with the obviously over-dramatic incredulous behavior. I try to calm him down, and crack a joke about how many Caddy's we work on every day as a Toyota service department, and head back to my desk.

20 minutes later we've got oil back in the car and I start closing out the paperwork. Didn't even bother with any upsells because it's an off market car for us and not really something I want to get involved in trying to make money on, given his attitude and only 30 minutes before I'm supposed to leave for the day. Car generally had OK brakes and tires and no visible safety issues.

Car doesn't start.

It's either got a weird alarm issue or a fuel pump issue at startup. We spend a good 20 minutes with the car trying to get it started, and strike out with all the quick tricks. I go out to the guy, ask him if there's a trick I need to know about with his aftermarket equipment and he stands up and comes towards me asking what I'm talking about and starting with the whole meathead dominating persona schtick. I immediately turn around, head back to the shop and we spend a few more minutes before we're able to get it started by dumping tons of 2+2 into the intake while we crank it.

It's a fuel issue.

I go back around to get the customer, let him know it looks like his issue is fuel related. He reaches out for me to grab me by the shoulder and shove me into the corner of the room and start with the intimidation shit. I dodge, but end up backing myself against a wall. Not very comfortable with the situation. He starts with the meathead schtick again starts screaming that I'm trying to scam him and that "I don't take that shit from anybody and you're going to regret fucking with me".

My anxiety is on full bore and i'm starting to have a panic attack. I ask him to back up so we can figure this out. He's still screaming about things. I tell him he needs to back up or I'm going to call the cops and pull out my phone. Thankfully some random customer said something to him to distract him and I was able to slip away. I made the call, a service manager came over and they basically had a screaming match for another few minutes.

I just wanted to out of the situation. I just wanted him out of there, for me to go home and have a few beers and just get on with things. He was asked to leave and not come back.

Wow how random .... dafuq ?! Who brings a caddy to a yoder?! Wow

[Apex]

At around 4:30AM we had to put our Ridgeback, Themba, down to sleep.

I miss my buddy. He will always have paw prints on my heart.

[4zilch]

Basic story is a 6'8" 280lb meathead brought in 2008 a Cadillac CTS for an oil change. With no history of us ever working on the car or having any kind of relationship with the guy ever before.

To a Toyota no less.

Car has aftermarket alarm, several accessories and 20" amongst a bunch of other shit. We pull the car in, drain the oil, find out we don't have the right filter in stock for the car and send a parts guy up the street to the local GM to get a filter. I go out to the guy, let him know it'll be a few extra minutes while we run up to get the filter and he starts with the obviously over-dramatic incredulous behavior. I try to calm him down, and crack a joke about how many Caddy's we work on every day as a Toyota service department, and head back to my desk.

20 minutes later we've got oil back in the car and I start closing out the paperwork. Didn't even bother with any upsells because it's an off market car for us and not really something I want to get involved in trying to make money on, given his attitude and only 30 minutes before I'm supposed to leave for the day. Car generally had OK brakes and tires and no visible safety issues.

Car doesn't start.

It's either got a weird alarm issue or a fuel pump issue at startup. We spend a good 20 minutes with the car trying to get it started, and strike out with all the quick tricks. I go out to the guy, ask him if there's a trick I need to know about with his aftermarket equipment and he stands up and comes towards me asking what I'm talking about and starting with the whole meathead dominating persona schtick. I immediately turn around, head back to the shop and we spend a few more minutes before we're able to get it started by dumping tons of 2+2 into the intake while we crank it.

It's a fuel issue.

I go back around to get the customer, let him know it looks like his issue is fuel related. He reaches out for me to grab me by the shoulder and shove me into the corner of the room and start with the intimidation shit. I dodge, but end up backing myself against a wall. Not very comfortable with the situation. He starts with the meathead schtick again starts screaming that I'm trying to scam him and that "I don't take that shit from anybody and you're going to regret fucking with me".

My anxiety is on full bore and i'm starting to have a panic attack. I ask him to back up so we can figure this out. He's still screaming about things. I tell him he needs to back up or I'm going to call the cops and pull out my phone. Thankfully some random customer said something to him to distract him and I was able to slip away. I made the call, a service manager came over and they basically had a screaming match for another few minutes.

I just wanted to out of the situation. I just wanted him out of there, for me to go home and have a few beers and just get on with things. He was asked to leave and not come back.

Wow how random .... dafuq ?! Who brings a caddy to a yoder?! Wow

We used to get that kind of BS when I worked at the

Dudes car was in for warranty work during the week, and he came to pick it up on Saturday. I give him his paper work and the keys..well evidently he called sometime during the week and asked to have an oil change done as well. Well, it never got added to the work order, not sure if it was my fault, or if someone else dropped the ball. Not that big of a deal, we could get it right in and get it done in about 20 minutes.

The guy goes into to full lots of cursing and incoherent BS. He's so pissed he's shaking, then he asked who's dick he had to suck to get decent service.


I replied, "Not mine." Handed him his keys and asked him to either calm down or leave...he left.

[goIftdibrad]

Can we get a bit more deets? Like dafuq happened? He fucked up the car and demanded to have it covered? Or something happened out of warranty and he demanded to have that covered as well?

Basic story is a 6'8" 280lb meathead brought in 2008 a Cadillac CTS for an oil change. With no history of us ever working on the car or having any kind of relationship with the guy ever before.

To a Toyota no less.

Car has aftermarket alarm, several accessories and 20" amongst a bunch of other shit. We pull the car in, drain the oil, find out we don't have the right filter in stock for the car and send a parts guy up the street to the local GM to get a filter. I go out to the guy, let him know it'll be a few extra minutes while we run up to get the filter and he starts with the obviously over-dramatic incredulous behavior. I try to calm him down, and crack a joke about how many Caddy's we work on every day as a Toyota service department, and head back to my desk.

20 minutes later we've got oil back in the car and I start closing out the paperwork. Didn't even bother with any upsells because it's an off market car for us and not really something I want to get involved in trying to make money on, given his attitude and only 30 minutes before I'm supposed to leave for the day. Car generally had OK brakes and tires and no visible safety issues.

Car doesn't start.

It's either got a weird alarm issue or a fuel pump issue at startup. We spend a good 20 minutes with the car trying to get it started, and strike out with all the quick tricks. I go out to the guy, ask him if there's a trick I need to know about with his aftermarket equipment and he stands up and comes towards me asking what I'm talking about and starting with the whole meathead dominating persona schtick. I immediately turn around, head back to the shop and we spend a few more minutes before we're able to get it started by dumping tons of 2+2 into the intake while we crank it.

It's a fuel issue.

I go back around to get the customer, let him know it looks like his issue is fuel related. He reaches out for me to grab me by the shoulder and shove me into the corner of the room and start with the intimidation shit. I dodge, but end up backing myself against a wall. Not very comfortable with the situation. He starts with the meathead schtick again starts screaming that I'm trying to scam him and that "I don't take that shit from anybody and you're going to regret fucking with me".

My anxiety is on full bore and i'm starting to have a panic attack. I ask him to back up so we can figure this out. He's still screaming about things. I tell him he needs to back up or I'm going to call the cops and pull out my phone. Thankfully some random customer said something to him to distract him and I was able to slip away. I made the call, a service manager came over and they basically had a screaming match for another few minutes.

I just wanted to out of the situation. I just wanted him out of there, for me to go home and have a few beers and just get on with things. He was asked to leave and not come back.

ok

1. Fuck that guy. people like that need to be shot.
2. I dont think you had a legit panic attack. That was a fight or flight response to a legit threat, which is what we call a panic attack when it happens for a non legit reason, like forgetting your wallet at home. Sounds like you are doing great and just take it in stride bud

3. What is 2+2?

At around 4:30AM we had to put our Ridgeback, Themba, down to sleep.

I miss my buddy. He will always have paw prints on my heart.

Sorry many, losing a pet is never easy.

[4zilch]

At around 4:30AM we had to put our Ridgeback, Themba, down to sleep.

I miss my buddy. He will always have paw prints on my heart.

I dread the day when that decision has to be made. #thefeels