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February 20, 2003-8:27 p.m. Yesterday I get home from a hellish day at work (see Work Rants for details) and the geniuses at the phone company had crossed my phone line with my mom�s line so I couldn�t get online. I guess they just can�t spare their A game for us rural folks. I�m ashamed to say that I took out some of my frustrations on the unfortunate fellow who answered the phone.
Sa ~incredulously~: �Nooo. I have a JOB.� PPCE: �Are there any dogs that we need to be aware of at the home?� Sa: �Why would you need to come here to fix it? You didn�t have to come here to mess it up?� PPCE: �Someone will be out there between 8 and 6 tomorrow. If your phone isn�t fixed by 6:20pm tomorrow, we will credit your account $25.� Sa: �What about tonight? You�ve completely ruined my night. This isn�t my fault. This is something y�all messed up. Phone lines don�t just change the phones they ring on of their own accord, you know� PPCE: �You�ll have to take that up with billing� Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr So that�s why I wasn�t able to update last night about whatever I would have written about then. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Today my brother�s doctor told my sister-in-law that he would like to get my brother evaluated for the heart transplant list. I�m really trying to be optimistic. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
