Sunday, June 12, 2011

Finally In The Real World

It's been almost half a year since my last adventure and much has changed. I now work with one of the countries largest car rental companies and couldn't love it any more. While the hours are long, the pay is good and I am now able to pay for our national government to really screw things up. Working with this company also allows me to meet some really incredible people. I have a load of stories about the things I have seen, some of the people I have met, and different people that I work with. I have decided that I am going to use this blog to tell some of my stories and hopefully you'll be able to enjoy them just as much as me.

It was hard to decide what story to start with, but after a lot of thought I have picked the one that I think best represents my first three weeks on the job. It happened about a week ago. My mother and brother had come to meet me for lunch. Just as they walked in a customer and her son walked in to exchange a Ford Mustang for something "more comfortable." Before I go any further I think I should let you know that while we will work with a customer to get them the vehicle they want, we can not always guarantee a particular make. When someone wants to rent a car one way we give them the most expensive car for us to have on our lot. This isn't to say that we charge them more, just that we have to pay the depreciation for cars that aren't being rented. For example, if we have the choice to give you a full size Prius for $50 a day or a full size Camry for $50 a day, we will give you the Prius simply because the hybrids cost more to us. Any who, this woman looked like she had taken one too many botox injections. The best way I can explain it is that this woman's face made Michael Jackson look completely healthy. She walked in, slapped the keys on the counter, and basically demanded that I give her a Camry because according to her, "That Mustang is too fast and it sits too low. It's basically a sports car." My response was as follows: "Yes. . . and???" I mean really, It's a Mustang, the car that basically gave birth to sports cars.

We happened to have a Prius on the lot, so I took her out to it and asked if it would be ok. She said she didn't know how to drive one. I myself have never been in a Prius, but I figure if a doped up Janzen Jackson and Nu'Keese Richardson know how to drive one, then this crazy lady could figure it out. However it wasn't going to happen. She was dead set on getting a Camry. When I finally explained that we didn't have a Camry, and she understood it wasn't going to break her way on this issue, she asked what I was going to do for her. I told her she could either continue driving the Mustang or she could wait thirty minutes and I could get her a Ford Escape. She decided she would be able to wait and asked if they could eat while I went to get the Escape ready. I told her if she was hungry, then yes, I would suggest they eat. Other than that I couldn't care less what they did.

Now during this whole escapade, my mother and brother had to leave to go look at apartments because my mom had to be back in Clinton by 5 and it was already 3:15. I had yet to eat lunch and as I was walking out the door, the botox belle stated that they hadn't eaten since breakfast at 10am that morning. I told her I hadn't eaten yet either, and I had had breakfast at 6:30am. Nothing gets on my nerves more than when people who have nothing to complain about complain. When I returned with her Escape 30 minutes later she asked if I could load her bags for her. After resisting the urge to straight up back hand her, I politely declined telling her I had to get back to work in the office. I handed her the keys, strolled inside, and quickly washed my hands hoping I didn't get any sort of toxin on me.

There are plenty more stories, most are better than this one but I thought this would be a good way to ease back into the whole blogging deal. One of the tales I really want to share is actually still developing so stay tuned.

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