Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Glad That Day Is Over!
This was my Monday:
Up early, like 3:00 AM early, to catch up on stuff. No internet, no email. No high speed cable working.
Take customers to lunch. Get check, open billfold --- OMG, where is my American Express card?!!!!! Pay with other card, continue business discussion, while frantically trying to remember where AmEx card was last used.
Remember that card was used last Tuesday in a town about 60 miles from here. Run home to check restaurant receipt for name and phone number. Find Steven the Cable Guy in yard. Steven the Cable Guy tells me that squirrels have been chewing on the cable and the wind has twisted it into a knot at the pole. [Turns out that getting your panties in a knot is much less trouble than getting your cable in a knot.] After spending lots of time with repairing chewed cable and unknotting knots, Steven the Cable Guy discovers that actually a falling tree limb took out the cable, which now has to be replaced. My luck seems to be contagious today.
Start calling restaurant on cell phone. Every time I hit the send button, I get right in the middle of someone else's call. In several attempts, I get not one, but two different phone conversations. Finally give up, use land line, get right through to restaurant. They tell me yes, indeed, I left my credit card there.
Jump in car and haul the 60 miles to restaurant. Am going out of town; no time for mail. While driving, call hotel where I stayed while doing paper mill survey. Have they found the Nomex coveralls I left in the room? This question has been asked before; no one knew anything then; no one knows anything now. Pick up credit card, drive another 30 miles to hotel. Plant myself in lobby and make it obvious I will not leave until they find my Nomex. Ta-Da! Miraculously, a plastic bag with my still-filthy Nomex appears.
Make note to self not to leave things behind any more. Try not to leave note to self behind.
Up early, like 3:00 AM early, to catch up on stuff. No internet, no email. No high speed cable working.
Take customers to lunch. Get check, open billfold --- OMG, where is my American Express card?!!!!! Pay with other card, continue business discussion, while frantically trying to remember where AmEx card was last used.
Remember that card was used last Tuesday in a town about 60 miles from here. Run home to check restaurant receipt for name and phone number. Find Steven the Cable Guy in yard. Steven the Cable Guy tells me that squirrels have been chewing on the cable and the wind has twisted it into a knot at the pole. [Turns out that getting your panties in a knot is much less trouble than getting your cable in a knot.] After spending lots of time with repairing chewed cable and unknotting knots, Steven the Cable Guy discovers that actually a falling tree limb took out the cable, which now has to be replaced. My luck seems to be contagious today.
Start calling restaurant on cell phone. Every time I hit the send button, I get right in the middle of someone else's call. In several attempts, I get not one, but two different phone conversations. Finally give up, use land line, get right through to restaurant. They tell me yes, indeed, I left my credit card there.
Jump in car and haul the 60 miles to restaurant. Am going out of town; no time for mail. While driving, call hotel where I stayed while doing paper mill survey. Have they found the Nomex coveralls I left in the room? This question has been asked before; no one knew anything then; no one knows anything now. Pick up credit card, drive another 30 miles to hotel. Plant myself in lobby and make it obvious I will not leave until they find my Nomex. Ta-Da! Miraculously, a plastic bag with my still-filthy Nomex appears.
Make note to self not to leave things behind any more. Try not to leave note to self behind.
1 Comments:
I wrie myself notes all the time, but usually neglect to read them later. Hope today is a better day.
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