Copy and Paste: The most beautiful girl …

My Skype went berserk and decided to email everyone in my contact list to add me on Skype or download Skype and add me.

It even sent an email to myself telling me to add me on Skype.

Well, I get this message from this guy

I don’t know him but I think I must have either received an email from him in the past or sent him an email in the past.

Him: Hi

Me: Uhm….hi…

Him: who are you? I got an email saying you wanted to talk on Skype

Me: sorry my Skype went cuckoo

Him: how did you get my email? I don’t know you. But you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen

7 minutes pass before I reply… here are my thoughts:

1. Wow…who is this kid?

2. This is probably a copy and paste message he sends to every girl…

What i said: uhm…thanks

Him: ok well sorry to bother you. you are about as friendly as a bump on the log

My thoughts: OMG I don’t even know you and what am I supposed to say to that??! I’m blogging about this dude no matter what but I figure I should ask for permission first right…?

Me: so I need your permission to use this conversation on my blog…is that ok with you?

Him: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I only speak english

 

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BEST BUY: Hate or Love, you tell me.

I realize I’ve been MIA/AWOL for the past two weeks, I think?

Well, I’ve been wondering what to blog about. My life has been the same old same old stuff with not much excitement sprinkled in at all. Makes me really sad because I love blogging and having my readers get a kick out of my life observations and/or experiences.

So, I’ve been thinking about blogging about the random things we talk about at work, everything about work and the people there, the random search terms people plug in to find me, or about urban dictionary. That I believe still deserves a post though so we’ll put that post on hold.

As you can tell from my title this post involves Best Buy.

Not really best buy guy but just best buy in general.

I don’t know what it is but either Best Buy really loves me or it really hates me.

I purchased a laptop 2 weeks ago. It was supposed to come with Anti-Virus software. It didn’t. So, I had to go back and get it.

Well, my laptop is fine and dandy BUT one day it decided not to charge the battery. I switched to 3-4 different sockets in the house. Nothing. It wouldn’t work. So, I asked my dad to take it back for me. Just the adapter. Fine and dandy right?

For a little bit only. THEN. When I would plug-in the adapter to my laptop to charge the battery while I was using the laptop the screen would pixel-ize and it would turn weird colors. Not on a consistent basis but enough to where it bothered me! I couldn’t just restart my computer to let it get back to normal. I had to shut-down and turn on all over again.

So, I took it back tonight and exchanged it for another one.

I got home and opened it up to check on it. UGH!

The laptop adapter has 2 parts. I only have 1 part to the 2 part adapter.

Someone tell me does Best Buy hate me or love me?

Now, I have to go back tomorrow. This is RIDICULOUS!

 

Oh, NO he wasn’t there. This is only the 2nd time I’ve gone into Best Buy and he not be there. Weird. I know. What are the odds right?!

Oh my life.

 

Please for my Sanity III

As already established some people are ridiculous. Literally ridiculous there is no going around that statement. Some of those people I would desperately like to FIRE!

 

Exhibit A.

I emailed a gal at work asking for their school mascot. She emails me back, “What is your email address?”

 

Exhibit B.

Edison was working on the power lines from Monday night at 7. The power was expected to be on Tuesday morning at 7. They didn’t come on until 9am.

Phone rings… “I just wanted to know if the phones were back online now?”

What I wanted to say: “Actually no, must be some weird thing going on that I could answer the phone…”

 

Exhibit C.

I’m at a restaurant. Waiters are not really supposed to butt in your conversation right? Well, I’m talking to my friend and going on about my business and he’s laughing at my story. Listening to my story. Then proceeds to stand there wait til I’m done talking and ask if I need anything else. “Yes, can you please leave us alone for 2 minutes so we can start eating and actually tell you if the food is good or not..Oh by the way. You never brought us our appetizer”

 

Exhibit D.

Email correspondence.

Reply: This is what you should write. [Instructions here]

Response: Uhm, so what should I write again?

Reply: Read your email before you respond.

 

 

 

Dear Lone Woman at Disneyland,

Dear lone woman who was talking on the phone wearing a tinkerbell shirt at Main Street in Disneyland,

Congratulations! It was kind of awkward how I found out you were getting married. I’m sorry your daughter isn’t returning your phone calls and emails. I suppose there is a good reason she blocked your number? At least you are still able to email her husband. I’m sure he’ll pass on the message.

I’m proud of you coming to the “Happiest Place on Earth” by yourself. It looks as if you were taking a break since you arrived at 11 am and it was now 7:30 when I walked into buy some hot chocolate. Thank you for letting me know that Downtown Disney closes an hour after Disneyland does. Oh, cute shirt by the way. I love how Tinkerbell’s name glitters in gold, fitting. Did you buy that at Downtown Disney?

I’m sorry to hear about the debt you are in. $9,700 is not that bad. You did it to renovate your bathroom. An asset offsetting the liability, good choice. That’s quite an eccentric belief you have there, one cannot get married when in debt… I haven’t heard that one before.

I’m sorry I was eavesdropping on your phone conversation. You probably heard or saw me laughing out loud. Then again, maybe you didn’t because you were totally engrossed in your phone conversation. Just to let you know, I don’t think it did much to talk with your hand over your mouth. I was still able to hear you loud and clear. I tried really hard not to listen but it was just too easy.

An apologetic eavesdropper,

Melanie T

In my defense: Dear Best Buy Guy

Dear Best Buy Guy,

I don’t know how often the customers you help give you their number and I realize I may be another drop in the bucket. If I may explain myself properly, I don’t usually talk to people. Period. The extent of the conversation ends at, “Thank you. I’m fine.”  Sharing information to strangers who are the same age as me is uncalled for.

As I walked away the first time I met you, I knew I should have gotten some type of contact information but shrugged it aside. Besides, I’m not one to dwell on missed opportunities. How was I supposed to know that I would be back a week and a half later because my phone was having problems? How was I supposed to know the day I actually decide to come in you would be helping me? How often does that happen?

Honestly, you didn’t help my case either. You didn’t have to remember me, remember what you helped me out with, remember where you were helping me, or, remember everything we talked about. It would have been so much easier if you didn’t pick up the conversation where we left off. You even offered to put a screen protector on for me without charge. When I reiterated not being charged, you specifically told me to look for you and you would put it on for me.

In our last and final conversation, there were many times you could have mentioned a girlfriend. When I asked how was your weekend? You could have said, “I didn’t get to spend time with my girlfriend as much since I was working.” Or when I asked if you were a typical Filipino able to play the piano? You could have said, “No I don’t but my girlfriend does”, or “No, but my girlfriend’s siblings do…etc.” Don’t worry, I forgive you. I utterly failed as well, in my attempt to steer the conversation into a more polished and smooth transition into giving you my number, etc.

Then again, as I was asking you if people were having the same problems I was, you looked at me smiled and said, “No, actually I think it’s only you.” Look buddy! I do a horrible job at lying, especially when I’m already freaking out because I’m nowhere near my comfort zone. I took it as if you were putting me under the radar. Shouldn’t you have gotten the hint that I’m not a very polished flirty type girl? (Actually I’m not a polished flirty girl at all) Looking back, I probably should have said something like, “Well you found me out, does that bother you?” something completely absurd as that. (At least, that’s what I think a polished flirty girl would do, I WOULDN’T KNOW!) I assume I didn’t answer the question as you expected me to because (actually I don’t think I commented at all) you covered up and said, “I actually haven’t sold many of these phones and I haven’t done any returns either.”

Back to my utter failure at the smooth transition of giving you my number, you provided that and I suppose you could say I used it against you. You were finishing up the transaction. You stood right in front of me, looked me in the eyes,  and said something to the effect of well maybe I’ll see you again about your phone and flashed your dazzling smile at me. I stood there and blurted out, “If not, here’s my number.” Then I walked away. I promise you, if there was a more discrete way to run away, I would have done so.

No, I didn’t linger to see your facial expression. No, I didn’t flash a cutesy smile back. No, I didn’t say call me soon. No, I didn’t bat my eyelashes (how does one do that anyway?). By the way, this whole process? I think it’s absolutely ridiculous. I have no idea how anyone can do such a thing on a regular basis. Everyone tells me it takes practice. I’m sorry. I’m not one to practice such an absurd and ridiculous transaction. This is definitely my first and last time, in a long time. I did say in my 22 years of living this is the first time I’ve actually wanted to give a guy my number. My friend corrected me and said, “You should probably only start giving your number away to guys when you’re at least 17 or something.” Let me clarify, “In the last six years of my life, I have never once wanted to give my number out to a guy. Let’s hope it won’t happen again until six or seven years later.”

If I were to ever run into you again? I would start laughing aloud and apologize for the awkward everything. I would probably explain to you I never do such things. EVER. Then again, why would you believe me?

Last but not least, thank you, you were the perfect person to allow me the opportunity to cross of, “Give a guy my number” on my bucket list. Too bad, you didn’t say if you had a girlfriend or not. I think my readers would have enjoyed this letter much better if I titled it, “Dear Best Buy Guy’s Girlfriend”.

🙂

Best Buy Customer,

Melanie T

PS. How awkward would it be if you googled those terms, “Best Buy Customer, Melanie T”

Is it just me?!

Ok. So I wasn’t able to get to Best Buy before he left 😦 but I’m calling tomorrow and talking to him about my phone. I’ll also ensure he’ll help me out.

I have some stupid things but I don’t know which one to go with.

A. When I go in I can ask him til when he is working and then ask him if I can buy him something for helping me out so much. I’m not going with this idea so much though.

B. Before I leave I can tell him I have a dilemma. 1. Either my phone will work and I will never see him again or 2. My phone will not work and I’ll have to come back but where’s the guarantee that it will be him helping me out?

 

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I went to Fresh and Easy today after church since I wasn’t going to see Best Buy guy. I noticed this pretty decent looking guy as I walk in. (He’s a worker of course) I go around doing my thing. Getting the stuff I need.

I walk back around to the front of the store to scan out my items. I pass by him.

FE Guy: Hi

Me: Hi

FE Guy: How are you?

Me: I’m good. Thanks how are you?

**I try to be courteous sometimes I’m in my own little world but I respond this way to everyone. Girl or guy.**

By this time… I’m already walking to the checkout line

FE Guy: You going to a birthday party?

Me: No

FE Guy: You going to a party?

Me: No.

I’m already scanning my items. He walks over…

FE Guy: Do you need help?

Me: Uhm, no, haha.

FE Guy: Oh sorry. I keep bothering you.

Me: smile… thinks to herself… you could bag my items for me?!

I walk out. Shaking my head. In shock.

So weird. So awkward.

Girl Fail. Best Buy.

Ok blogging family.

I fail at being a girl. I need help or something.

Best Buy. December 30th.

I finally go in to get my upgrade. Upgrade was available in April.

I wait in line. I notice cute guy at counter.

Tweet: Cute guy at the counter. Hope i get him to help me out!!!#hottguyspotted

So about 45 minutes later. Guess what? I get the cute guy to help me out.

Surprise surprise.

Surprisingly enough. I actually start a conversation with the kid.

Me: Has it been this busy the whole day?

Him: Since I got here and we’re one person short. But the lady I was helping had a complicated transaction. When I finally got everything she needed my computer crashed. These things are so old.

So we talk. He told me how long he’s been working there. He told me he had knee surgery and didn’t work for a while. Then Best Buy called him back and gave him a raise. He told me he has a year of school left then quitting Best Buy. He told me he’s Filipino and I could probably guess his major is nursing. He asked about myself-school? job? etc.

I can’t remember what else we talk about. That’s it. I didn’t know how to transition the conversation to hanging out sometime or exchanging info.

I was tempted to go the next day and buy something for my phone. I did go to Best Buy Saturday night for something but it was so busy still. He was there, btw.

Today. January 9th. I went to Best Buy. My battery won’t hold a charge for a day. It’s really frustrating. Especially since all I do is text. Sometimes not even.

So. I get there just in time. Right before they close. He’s working. But he’s helping someone else. I wait. The manager asks me what I need help with. Manager walks away because one of his workers asks him a question.

I walk back and just wait.

The guy walks back. The manager tells him what my problem is and “hands me off”.

Guy remembers me from last time. Odd… right?

He asks me if I exchanged my phone from the EVO. I said, “No I …” he interrupts me. “You upgraded. Sorry I’ve dealt with so many customers. I just remember there was a long time and we were over there.”

We talk again. I ask him if he started school yet. Doesn’t ’til February. I asked him where he goes. Mt. Sac. He also repeated the fact that he’s only got one more year. (I think I’m supposed to figure out why but right now my psycho analysis of that isn’t coming to light) He knows I’m done. He says, “Now you’re just studying for the CPA exam right? You have to take the review course? $1500.?” We talk.

I ask him about screen protectors. We walk over and he’s looking at the screen protectors. His co-worker comes over and asks him a question about something. She’s standing in front of me but facing him. She’s done asking and turns to face me, “What are you doing with her?”

Him: I’m helping her with something.

Her: Oh. Ok. She smiles and walks away.

Me: That was awkward.

Him: She’s so weird.

Me: She has a crush on you.

Him: She’s so weird. I’ll come in when I’m not working to buy something and she’ll walk up to me…”Hi sir what can I help you with today?”

He can’t find a screen protector for my phone. He checks the computer to see if he can order one for me.

They don’t have it or any. He says I can buy the screen protector and bring it back to Best Buy and they’ll put it on for me.

Me: Are you going to charge me?

Him: No, bring it in and I’ll put it on for you.

At this point, my brain isn’t working and I linger a second to long for my own good.

Smile. Say thanks. Bye. Walk away.