I downloaded Miranda Lambert’s new CD this week. Some of her songs are a little twangy for my country taste, but she writes killer hooks, and her lyrics are intriguing, since she has an interesting way at looking at the mundane things of everyday life. I love her and her music to bits and pieces.
Today has been a good day. I went to class, got my essay back – a 92! Woo hoo! I was a little stunned, especially since I thought the essay wasn’t that good. Shows how much I know. The whole headings thing really worked. I will definitely be using it in my next POLS paper. The final is on Friday afternoon, and it’s not comprehensive: only from the midterm on. I really loved this class. I was a little disappointed that we didn’t look at politics in Latin America or Southeast Asia, but maybe I’ll do that on my own.
I’m enjoying my first evening at home this week. And my ‘guilty pleasure’ is on: So You Think You Can Dance. I became addicted to this show last year, because you have to have talent to survive. It’s not like Idol, where you can sing crappily and still survive. Plus, you have to have versatility on Dance. You have to be able to krump, quick step, meringue, contemporary – the whole nine yards. On Idol, you just have to be able to deliver some pop tunes. Can you imagine Idol singers having to do Broadway one week, folk another, jazz another and followed by some classical? I don’t think so. I appreciate the show’s willingness to reach out to the public and educate it about different dance styles. People now know what a choreographer’s role is, what a judge is talking about when they refer to a person’s ‘frame.’ That doesn’t happen on Idol. No one understands what falsetto is, chest voice. Not even the judges.
Work is good. This past weekend was fun, with two customers threatening Walmart with lawsuits because we wouldn’t take back their broken products. One guy came in with a bike. I told him we only offered repair service, and he was fine with that. He came back 5 minutes later and wanted an exchange instead. After some haggling, my supervisor agreed. Another 5 minutes later he came back, demanding his money and threatening to sue us. The other guy had no receipt for a BlueTooth headset, and said that if we didn’t do something, he’d have to get his company lawyer involved because he used it for work. But there were a couple of other people I was able to turn down. One guy brought in a bike with no receipt. Another was a guy with a lawnmower. He had clearly used it numerous times, but only decided now that he was unhappy with it. He had his receipt, but I couldn’t take it back. We can’t sell a used lawnmower. If it’s broken, that’s a little different. We’ll fix it. Anyway, this guy stared me down, trying to make me budge. I didn’t. He wasn’t very happy. Another guy wanted to return a 3 phone set with no receipt. Sorry. I can’t believe some people. When frustrating customers leave, I just think to myself, “Thank God I don’t have to live with them.”