Ok, so I don't know who has the problem, me or that cuntrag of a store known as Home Depot. (Though I'm the one who keeps going there). I think ultimately Home Depot is at fault, but I'm also willing to concede that from time to time, I may be wound a little too tightly.
Also, I can blame my time in Japan. I got used to real customer service and the feeling that people wanted me to spend my money in their establishment. Wild, I know. (Of course, I could also rant on about how conversely, no one in a Japanese business will ever tell you "No, we can't do that," but that's another blog).
So I really need to have new windows installed in the house. Been needing to for ages, the things we have now are shit. Plus, Mouche continues to have sporadic redirected aggression issues, which is my present motivation. Even if he can't see the stray that's coming around and pissing him off, he can smell him. Insulated windows and new treatments would, hopefully, cut electric bills and make for a far more pleasant 5am.
So I go in around 9:30am before working to price installation and whatnot. Left at 9:50 after being ignored by some bitch who got on the phone and didn't even acknowledge me and everyone else sort of played the whole Oh, God, a customer! Hide! game. I mean fuck me, will someone please take my goddamn money?
I'm tired of going into places like that and having to A) track someone down B) find out they have no idea what the fuck they're doing but C) insist they take my money anyway.
Not that they're necessarily any better, but I'll try hitting Lowe's after work to see if they're any more willing to take my money. Jesus fucking Christ.
Luckily, season 3 of Weeds came out this week, so I have Mary Louise Parker to make it all better later.