Jun 19, 2009
It was back to work for me today. Everyone professed to have missed me, but some people didn't mean it. I can only say that I didn't miss work a bit.
Isn't it funny how it takes a lot of living to figure out what is and isn't important? For years I worried about work while I was away from it. What I found was despite how important I thought I was, at the end of the day, I wasn't. I like it better knowing that.
My battle with Verizon and their idiot collector continues. I got a robo phone call this morning from the collector. The recording said that if I was me, I should press one. Pressing one only caused the idiot machine to ask the same question again. And again and again and again. Then it said that it was sorry I was having problems and hung up.
So, they can't be called, their website is bogus and when they call they hang up on themselves. I hope Verizon gets their $8.85 worth.
Lastly, Mouse wondered if there were pictures of Me, Megan and Annie together? That would have been a good idea.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
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6 comments:
On the drive home Megan was very upset when she realized we didn't snap a photo. Next time!!
Perhaps you can get a copy of the security tape.
Glad you're home! Don't know about your colleagues at the hardware store, but I missed you here.
How I would love to sit down for dinner with you, Mrs. Sneed, and maybe a handful of other bloggers. That would be a blast.
One of my sons works in (dare I say it?) design of those computerized telephone systems. I'm wondering if I could get him to connect Verizon's robot with France Téléphone's ? The bots could hang up on one another indefinitely. Meanwhile, humans would concentrate on having meaningful conversations amongst themselves.
A revolutionary concept, I know. It was just a thought.
I too thought my last place of employment would fall apart when I left. But instead my leaving was like a tiny blip on the radar screen and everything just kept chugging. Which proves once again that no one is indispensable!
Welcome home from your mysterious rendez-vous!
They will never stop calling.
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