Dear Phone Kiosk Employee, Your Ass Is Grass
Since I was trapped at work yesterday playing catch-up because of my week of being a bonehead, I had to run around and do errands today.
First up on my list of places to hit: Costco.
I figure, get the real madhouse out of the way and I could probably get all my other run-around errands done. I figure: 1.5 hours because of the crowd.
It took me 3 hours. And my day is completely shot.
Why?
Because a phone kiosk employee managed to hand over my new cell phone and paperwork containing all of my personal information to a complete stranger.
( When I blow a gasket...I go nuclear. )
First up on my list of places to hit: Costco.
I figure, get the real madhouse out of the way and I could probably get all my other run-around errands done. I figure: 1.5 hours because of the crowd.
It took me 3 hours. And my day is completely shot.
Why?
Because a phone kiosk employee managed to hand over my new cell phone and paperwork containing all of my personal information to a complete stranger.
( When I blow a gasket...I go nuclear. )