The newest oxymoron: Customer Service.
Since the past week of festivities have started to be a full swing drama, I have many times run into the need for calling customer service. After this whole fiasco, there are two companies that I will never, ever, use again.
UPS
Greyhound
One hour on the phone with Greyhound .... Morons.
Twenty minutes (I didn't have) on the phone with UPS.
And thanks to them, I am stuck at the computer for the space of one hour while they dangle my package in front of me. I really need to be on my way to the apartment complex to drop off a check and to the bank, and then to pick john up. After that, I have to get the laundry done, pack, and get the carpets done.
WTF?
I swear that if anyone tells me that Mercury Retrograde is a crock of shit, I'll deck them. I will.
I did pack most of the studio last night, and the laundry is nearly done, and my packing for my trip is about half done, but I really hate this scurry here and there.
I will be in NYC on Friday night, and I'll get to catch up with Pat.
Then i'll leave her house very early on the 7th to go to Glasgow.
I need a vacation.
I need a good, stiff scot(ch)
>:)
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