first and foremost, i am in desperate need of a gps system. i know where absolutely nothing is, haha. my dad sent me on an errand today - and i circled the airport twice trying to find it. i would like to clarify that "marsville" is not the same as "morris field" - so it was partly faulty directions from my pops, haha. i didn't mind running the errand at all, but when i got into the woodgroup facility, i had to walk through a warehouse to a man in the "stain department" - and by department, i mean a little closet, with one man in there. i am standing there with the two pieces of wood my dad gave me - and the guy in the closet, we can call "goober" for this story takes a phone call as soon as i walk up to his door. the goober leans back in his chair, props his feet up on a stool, and carries on a 5 minute conversation with a buddy of his, need i remind you, i am still standing their in the "stain department" waiting to give him these two pieces of wood. finally, he gets off the phone and doesn't bother to apologize, just says, ok, can i help you? how strange. regardless, i give him the wood, tell him my dad's name, and then he says, "do you buy chance know his number?" i'm thinking, what daughter doesn't know their own dad's phone number - like i said, goober fit really well for this guy. i hope my dad gets what he wants from goober, because i wasn't convinced of his customer service skills.
i am getting more and more settled in. i have most rooms in working order. i promise to send/post pictures this weekend. i leave for atlanta tomorrow, be home friday.
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