What a frustrating day I had yesterday. I took a cased thrust bearing to the local bearing house to find a new replacement. Young guy at the counter spends 15 minutes measuring and thumbing through books.......then tells me there isn't any manufactured to the dimensions of the bearing I needed. The old guy (LOL, my age) happens to walk by during this conversation and asks young guy what he is looking for. He measures the bearing and thumbs through a different book while telling the young guy he isn't even looking at the right type of bearing.
Called Cat dealer for part I need , Get "L"........hang up and call back, Get "L" again...........hang up and call back, Get "L" AGAIN! Drive to Cat dealer to avoid "L". Pretty much look up my own part number.
Stop at a local Taco Bueno that's notorious for being slow. The sign on the door says the dining room hours start at 1030 AM. People in the drive through but I get there at 1045 and the door is still locked. So I decide they may not open til 1100 so I sit there.........and watch numerous folks go up to the door, then leave in frustration. My service truck is too tall to go through the drive thru so I walk over to the drive thru speaker. I attempt to get someone to answer , NOPE..........nothing. Go back to the front door, its now 1105 AM and the door is still locked. I see a guy pull up to the drive thru, so I walk over there and ask him, to ask them, when in the hell do they open the dam dining room. The reply he got was 1130. So back to the truck I go to wait yet again. While Im standing outside the front door, I see what looks like the manager glance at me several times.......its now 1135. Doesn't even wave , smile, flip me off............not a dam thing. I leave at 1145 with the front door still locked. If my service truck was capable of burning rubber I would have left most of my tires in the parking lott.
I go to Braums across the street, yet again not able to go through the drive thru. I walk in and order food for me and the wifey (whom I was meeting at her shop for lunch). I order a #7 and a #12 with NO DRINKS. The 40-something woman started to push buttons on the register, then stopped with this confused look on her face. She keeps pushing buttons and gets even more frustrated, all while a long line is forming behind me. She FINALLY calls a manger over and asks how to enter a combo meal with no drinks. The manager says you cant get a combo with no drinks, you have to enter the items separately.
I kept my cool, but inside my soul I was ready to go postal at that point.
This was all in the first half of the day. I decided to go to a job I had scheduled for later in the week. I knew there would be NO ONE there to deal with for the rest of the day. It was a blissful last half of the day!
What the hell will the rest of the week bring?!!