A friend of my friend (who has the warrant out on her) called around and finally talked to the mayor’s office. A representative is going to come out to see her in person and help to resolve the issue.
So we will see what happens.
I have to call to get my truck looked at. The check engine light is on and staying on. I need to get that done before next Saturday as I have a party to attend.
I had the gift sent to the house and I meant for them to hold it until the day of the party, but they already opened it and gave it to the baby. I got a cute video of the baby playing with the gift (a musical book) and laughing her little head off.
I wanted to send the gift ahead in case I can’t make it. Between the ache in my legs and the rash, I don’t feel like doing anything.
Now I’m worried about the cat, he hasn’t peed in the box in two days. Although kind of hard to tell because I dump a bunch of new litter in the box and it’s a kind that doesn’t clump. He appears to be eating and drinking normally, so I may be worried for nothing.
Hard to tell what is normal for him. My old cat who had blockage problems would pee on my foot when he was getting blocked up. Percy is just sitting in the corner giving me dirty looks.
I need to get over the grumpies. I almost hung up on a customer last night, not good. Normally, I can take a certain amount of attitude. I don’t take it personally, but last night I was not in the mood. I don’t like be lied to and when a customer says xyz isn’t working at all, then you find out xyz does work, just not how they* think* it should work, I get more than a little irritated. Not working and not working the way you think it should are two different things, and how the hell can I tell you how to fix it if you are lying to me from the get go?
It reminds me of an old customer when I was delivering papers. Not my route, but this customer kept calling and saying he wasn’t getting his paper. The boss calls me and asks me to check on it. I run down there and there is a paper in his paper box. Customer swears he doesn’t have his paper, I’m looking at it. So I take the paper out of the box and take it to his door. Customer calls back next day, says there is no paper. Carrier swears he delivered it, I see it in box, manager rides down himself and sees paper in box. This goes on for days, papers are building up in box, spilling out of box into street, carrier swears he is delivering it, I don’t even wait for phone call and ride by each day to check, manager checks, even big wig at the head office checks - THE PAPER IS IN THE PAPER BOX.
Finally I call the customer (I am well known for patience), and what is the problem? The customer doesn’t want the paper in the paper box, he wants it in his driveway, and by his reasoning… if he didn’t get it where he wanted it, it was the same thing as not getting it at all. JC on a pogo stick, all he had to do was say that in the first place. It could have been resolved the first day - but noooooo… he had to be a total ass about it. I never wanted so badly to tell somebody to drop their drawers and bend over, because I knew exactly where I wanted to tube that paper.
If only verbal restraint burned calories, I’d be thin as a rail.
