So I had the idea for this post about three nights ago. The damn thing kept me up all night but I just never got around to writing it. As of right now I'm writing this on my phone. So excuse me for any typos or other elusive mistakes. Edits will come later.
Everyone at some point or another meets their match. In middle school I had Brandon Campbell who i believe i spoke about before in this blog.
A new threat has entered the picture. Diane Snead. This lady needs help. She comes in to purchase two cell phones. Before i ask if she needs any help, she tells me she just spent am hour on the phone with Sprint working out a rate plan for her family. While I'm upgrading her phones, she tells me, at great length, about how great Sprint has been to her and her family. How they set her up at the Grand Hotel in Las Vegas and her daughter winning a brand new Htc Evo 4G in a dance contest at a NASCAR event. There was more, but i tuned her out after the bit about the Evo. So i set up her phones. She takes a look at the contract I've printed out for her and a switch flips. She says I've changed her plan into two family plans at $129.99 each. I tell her there is no way i could have done that, it must have been a mix up from when she was on the phone with them earlier. She complains to my manager that I changed her plan and was "rude." Which isn't completely false, but I'd say i was more neglectful than rude. Whatever, she told me this situation made her stomach turn. I thought that was a gross exaggeration. I wanted to tell her that normal people don't act the way she is acting but my job description includes a clause of severe tongue biting. So whatever. That's why i have this blog. Anyways, she's on the phone with Sprint for awhile longer after i explain that i did nothing and can't help her with this. Of course, she gets it all straightened out and her stomach returns to its upright position. When she leaves my Manager tells me how this lady was crying because *Company Name Omitted Because this I don't have the money for a Constitutional lawyer to take you fat fucks on* threatened her life! Lady, who's life isn't threatened every Black Friday between the traffic and the over eager crowds of trampling moms much like yourself who need that Action Bastard doll for little Jimmy?
Gimme a break.
My manager told me yesterday that she called back after she left to say she was coming in Sunday to iron out a few other details. Whatever, bring it on. You're no Brandon Campbell. That kid had gumption and moxy.
I don't think anyone has noticed, but in case you have, I've adopted a pen name. You'll notice it in any posts from now on as well as any stories I publish here or anywhere else in the future. You may be asking why I would adopt a pen name. To be honest I don't think my name is very scholarly. So I when I was reading Drown by Junot Díaz. Díaz grew up between the Dominican Republic and New Jersey and several parts of the NYC area. Anyway, he mentions a city in New Jersey and it just kind of stuck. If you haven't read anything by Díaz I highly recommend him. As of now, he has one novel (The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao) and a collection of short stories (Drown) in his repertoire (these coupled with his work in various magazines I'll never get my hands on, though I don't really care, these two are enough to satisfy me for the time being.)
So that explains that.
I've included a work by a local RVA artist Jason Levesque Stuntkid. I really dig his work so if you'd like anymore information on him, you can find his blog and art at blog.stuntkid.com Unfortunatly I couldn't figure out how to post a link. So for now you'll have to copy and paste. Very sorry.
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