Also, Howard Crossing managed to motivate themselves enough to come and finish shoveling the walks. Since it looks like we will be leaving ol' HC by the year's end, then I hope that I get to fill out a customer satisfaction form or something before leaving because, for what we pay here each month, their maintenance is shit.
Speaking of random annoying things, remember my fear that my passport was going to cause hullabaloo? Well here it is, three weeks after we ordered our passports, one week after we should have received them, being as they were expedited, and care to guess whether they are in yet? Bobby called the State Department today; apparently they are on a huge backlog, though we are logged into the computer, so step one is complete. He was reassured that a refund check for the expediting fees will come with the passports; good thing, because I'm cheap and cranky and was fully prepared to go postal on them over my fifty bucks or so. The bad news is that next Thursday is the last day that we can cancel our Bermuda trip and receive a full refund, and so if the passports are not in by then, then that looks like what we'll have to do. Bobby spoke with a very helpful manager over there, and she was honest with him: She can't give a date when the passports will be in, not even a rough estimate. My sister-in-law applied for hers two weeks before we did, and she had it within the week.
The good news is that I was incorrect in thinking that we had to do our open-water dives within six months of our pool dives. We do not. And so, should we have to cancel our trip, we would simply reschedule it once Erin is out of school and do our dives then. Or do our dives when the quarry opens up (*shiver*) and have the certifications by the Bermuda trip so that we can "go play," as divers are fond of saying.
So really, it is not the end of the world. But really. Bobby's office at Customs knew about the imminent change in passport laws a year and a half ago. Surely, the State Department did as well, yet they did nothing to prepare for the onslaught of people applying for passports? Like maybe hire more staff to enter passport information into the system? Yet another example of how the appointed idiots in the top echelon of government screw up while competent people like the woman Bobby spoke with today stagnate and have to deal with the people who are irate because of the incompetence of upper management.
Bobby is feeling better but took a last sick day today. Tomorrow, he will go back to work. Now, he puts on a noble face and talks about the importance of his work, but I suspect (and this was further confirmed by a text from one of his work buddies) that it is because tomorrow is the shrimp special at Harry's, and he and his friends always go out for that. Meanwhile, Fridays at work for me mean being alone all day (except for Alex, who goes to work with me on Friday), eating leftover Chinese food, and being able to sing aloud to Blind Guardian on my iPod.
Because Bobby was off today, we went out to lunch, which is our custom. I have a rough job, you know. We went to our local The Piece (not The Piece where we used to work) and it was...pretty awful. What I have come to expect from The Piece, yet there remains a strange compulsion to return there. Nostalgia, maybe? I was very happy working there; I loved the work, menial as it sometimes was. In fact, as a fun quiz-type thing, I will let you all guess what was my favorite job to do at The Piece. Those who guess correctly will get...oh, something. A shortfic thingy of their choice subject, perhaps. I have writer's block at the moment (hence this entry when I am supposed to working on a story for Bobby for *ahem* Valentine's Day).
What Was Dawn's Favorite Job to Do at The Piece?
ETA: LJ doesn't like my poll at the moment. If it doesn't work for you (as it is not for me), then you are welcome to guess in the comments.
*shakes fist at LJ*
The food was okay but everything was terribly slow, and The Piece--like so many mediocre restaurants, I've learned--has staff who labor under the impression that if they ignore the guests, then they will not be forced to deal with the guests' problems. Which is true to a degree. But one of the most annoying tendencies of restaurant staff is when you are clearly waiting, and they flit past without making eye contact or giving an iota of acknowledgment. Like Bobby and I will be waiting to be seated, and five servers pass and none even calls, "Hi! We'll be right with you!" No, it's like we're not even there. This is terribly annoying.
Heck, I used to greet people when I was in the kitchen, if I stepped out to get a soda or something and saw guests waiting. They probably thought, "Ewwww...what is that greasy, grouchy-looking thing?" but at least they were not ignored.