So it appears that at some point someone from the company drove on the toll road. Now this road works by photographing your license plate and then sending the bill to the house where the vehicle is registered.
I had gone into the office to try to find a file I was looking for and saw this letter sitting on top of the desk.
A brief excerpt that I can remember states:
"We have contact the police and there is no record of your vehicle having ever been stolen. If you could either provide us with a copy of the police report or pay us, that would be great"*
Who, upon receiving a bill they don't want to pay, thinks the best advice is to lie to say that their vehicle had been stolen? In the good idea, bad idea world I live in, this would fall under the bad idea. Not only did they get caught in the lie, they now owed more money.
Here is some advice - if you are going to lie to get out of paying something, make sure it is not a lie that can be easily followed up on by a simple phone call.
*I might have ad lib'ed that last part.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
The time I was escorted out of the office
So after I said "Ok" to being fired, we decided I would be paid for my 2 days back and for 1 week in lieu of notice. B2 asked if I had anything from the office at home, I didn't and then she escorted to me to my desk as I went to get my bag and to shut down my computer.
While I walking, B2 kept saying "I need your passwords, I need your password to your computer and to your gmail. I need your passwords"
As I shut down my computer without logging back in, I told her she would get the passwords, when I got the cheque for the pay we'd just discussed.
She continued to chase/follow me as I walked out saying "but but but I need your passwords. I need your passwords."
D calls me to tell me the cheque is ready. I woke up super early the next day and go in before B1 and B2 are awake...which really probably could have been anytime before 11. I give her the password to my computer. I email B2 to tell her that I will give her the gmail password when my cheque clears.
When the cheque clears, I delete my gmail account...B2 really wanted to read through all of my emails, and probably send emails from me...but I deleted it instead.
I think I won that round.
While I walking, B2 kept saying "I need your passwords, I need your password to your computer and to your gmail. I need your passwords"
As I shut down my computer without logging back in, I told her she would get the passwords, when I got the cheque for the pay we'd just discussed.
She continued to chase/follow me as I walked out saying "but but but I need your passwords. I need your passwords."
D calls me to tell me the cheque is ready. I woke up super early the next day and go in before B1 and B2 are awake...which really probably could have been anytime before 11. I give her the password to my computer. I email B2 to tell her that I will give her the gmail password when my cheque clears.
When the cheque clears, I delete my gmail account...B2 really wanted to read through all of my emails, and probably send emails from me...but I deleted it instead.
I think I won that round.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Some advice on sharing dreams
Let's say you're a male. Let's say you're talking to a group of female friends. Let's say the night before you had a dream about raping a girl. Do not say to the group of girls "Last night I had a dream I raped a girl, is that weird?"
People have f*cked up dreams. Think to yourself, if I think this dream is weird, other people will probably think so too...or maybe think, if I'm having a dream about sexual violence towards women, maybe I shouldn't tell a group of women...maybe that's a thing to keep to myself and if I really want to know if it's weird, maybe a I should ask a male friend to see if they've ever had a similar dream.
Cause if you share it, the weirder part might be that you decided that that was a dream you needed to share and required advice on and and not the one about you flying over a mountain while a bird was catching the teeth as they were falling out of your mouth - you know a dream that might be a bit more cryptic than say .. rape.
Just some advice some sharing dreams.
People have f*cked up dreams. Think to yourself, if I think this dream is weird, other people will probably think so too...or maybe think, if I'm having a dream about sexual violence towards women, maybe I shouldn't tell a group of women...maybe that's a thing to keep to myself and if I really want to know if it's weird, maybe a I should ask a male friend to see if they've ever had a similar dream.
Cause if you share it, the weirder part might be that you decided that that was a dream you needed to share and required advice on and and not the one about you flying over a mountain while a bird was catching the teeth as they were falling out of your mouth - you know a dream that might be a bit more cryptic than say .. rape.
Just some advice some sharing dreams.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
The time the pool table was moved
While I was on my hiatus, B2 hired her golf friend's nephew J to help put things onto shelves.
On my second day back, J came upstairs to the area I work in and was mystified as to why the pool table was on an angle - it didn't fit into the room properly, it didn't make sense - he pushed it so that it was straight in the room. I said "They are going to notice that"
When B2 woke up, she called me into her office, the conversation went something like this:
B2: Did you move the pool table?
Me: No
B2: Well it's been moved.
Me: J moved it.
B2: Why would J move the pool table?
Me: I don't know, you'll have to ask him.
B2: (over the office intercom) Would B1 and J please come to my office?
Me: B1 went out.
B2: Where, he didn't tell me he was going out?
Me: I don't know, you'll have to ask him.
J enters the office
B2: Did you move the pool table?
J: Yea.
B2: Why did you move the pool table?
J: It fits better in the room if it's straight.
B2: But why did you move the pool table?
J: Cause it didn't make sense before, there's more room to get to the desks now.
B2: But why did you move the pool table?
J: I don't know
B2: Did Lindsay ask you move to the pool table?
J: No.
B2: Then I just don't understand why someone would come into an area of the office that they don't even work in and move the pool table.
J: You hired me to help clean up the office so I was cleaning up.
B2: That was for downstairs, there is still lots to do there. Why would you come upstairs and move the pool table?
J: Well there's no room on the shelves downstairs to clean up. We have to move some things to the other building.
Me: It's true. I was talking to him and K yesterday and K said B1 won't let them move anything there.
B2: Have you been over there lately? That has been everyone's solutions for years.
J: Have YOU been over there lately - I spent the last few weeks cleaning it up and there's room now.
B2: But this still doesn't explain, why you would move the pool table.
Me: (laughs) Sorry this conversation is ridiculous
B2: You're Assistant General Manager, act like it. You know that pool table is very expensive and every time it moves we have to have someone come in for $1500 to rebalance it. I know that it get moves a lot but you just can't go around moving it.
J: If it's so expensive, why do you keep so much crap all over it?
B2: Excuse me, is that the way you talk to people?
J: Excuse me, that the way you talk to people - why'd you move the pool table, why'd you move the pool table? You talk about keeping this place pristine clean.
B2: I have never said pristine clean.
J: What are you talking about - you came downstairs last week, picked up a file, wiped your finger on the shelf and said 'we need to make this place pristine clean'. Your office is disgusting, you can barely get to your desk cause of all the shit all over the floors, it's disgusting, you're disgusting - whatever, I'm over this, I'm gone
J leaves
Me: Well, I guess I'll call those manufacturers you wanted me to call.
B2: I don't think this is the time for that - I think J just quit and I don't think we need you anymore.
Me: Ok
...this stuff writes itself people! I could not add any more comedy to it if I tried!
On my second day back, J came upstairs to the area I work in and was mystified as to why the pool table was on an angle - it didn't fit into the room properly, it didn't make sense - he pushed it so that it was straight in the room. I said "They are going to notice that"
When B2 woke up, she called me into her office, the conversation went something like this:
B2: Did you move the pool table?
Me: No
B2: Well it's been moved.
Me: J moved it.
B2: Why would J move the pool table?
Me: I don't know, you'll have to ask him.
B2: (over the office intercom) Would B1 and J please come to my office?
Me: B1 went out.
B2: Where, he didn't tell me he was going out?
Me: I don't know, you'll have to ask him.
J enters the office
B2: Did you move the pool table?
J: Yea.
B2: Why did you move the pool table?
J: It fits better in the room if it's straight.
B2: But why did you move the pool table?
J: Cause it didn't make sense before, there's more room to get to the desks now.
B2: But why did you move the pool table?
J: I don't know
B2: Did Lindsay ask you move to the pool table?
J: No.
B2: Then I just don't understand why someone would come into an area of the office that they don't even work in and move the pool table.
J: You hired me to help clean up the office so I was cleaning up.
B2: That was for downstairs, there is still lots to do there. Why would you come upstairs and move the pool table?
J: Well there's no room on the shelves downstairs to clean up. We have to move some things to the other building.
Me: It's true. I was talking to him and K yesterday and K said B1 won't let them move anything there.
B2: Have you been over there lately? That has been everyone's solutions for years.
J: Have YOU been over there lately - I spent the last few weeks cleaning it up and there's room now.
B2: But this still doesn't explain, why you would move the pool table.
Me: (laughs) Sorry this conversation is ridiculous
B2: You're Assistant General Manager, act like it. You know that pool table is very expensive and every time it moves we have to have someone come in for $1500 to rebalance it. I know that it get moves a lot but you just can't go around moving it.
J: If it's so expensive, why do you keep so much crap all over it?
B2: Excuse me, is that the way you talk to people?
J: Excuse me, that the way you talk to people - why'd you move the pool table, why'd you move the pool table? You talk about keeping this place pristine clean.
B2: I have never said pristine clean.
J: What are you talking about - you came downstairs last week, picked up a file, wiped your finger on the shelf and said 'we need to make this place pristine clean'. Your office is disgusting, you can barely get to your desk cause of all the shit all over the floors, it's disgusting, you're disgusting - whatever, I'm over this, I'm gone
J leaves
Me: Well, I guess I'll call those manufacturers you wanted me to call.
B2: I don't think this is the time for that - I think J just quit and I don't think we need you anymore.
Me: Ok
...this stuff writes itself people! I could not add any more comedy to it if I tried!
Some advice on becoming a 'working actor'
1. Buy a label maker
2. Make labels that say "Working Actor - Your Full Name"
3. Put these labels on notebooks, workbooks, just any book you own really - preferably on the front cover.
4. Carry these books around with you - make sure that the label is facing out.
5. Success! You are now a "Working Actor - Full Name"
2. Make labels that say "Working Actor - Your Full Name"
3. Put these labels on notebooks, workbooks, just any book you own really - preferably on the front cover.
4. Carry these books around with you - make sure that the label is facing out.
5. Success! You are now a "Working Actor - Full Name"
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