sometimes i wonder where the cameras are located because my life feels like a sit-com of unfortunate events. not as interesting as LEMONY SNICKET's, i'm sure, but still.
in the course of this morning i have managed to do the following:
(1) squash an orange on the copier;
(2) spill an entire cup of ice water on the brief i was revising (as i tried to put the adult sippy cup lid on it to prevent same);
(3) sent an email to a paralegal in one of our local counsel's office with a dyslexic typo (one i've been painfully meticulate about since i made the unfortuante mistake several months ago). the problem? her name is trudy but i strangely typed "turdy" & sent it on;
(4) got 3 phone calls from some old lady trying to call some medical 800 number which apparently is 1-800-[MY LOCAL PHONE DIGITS HERE]. she didn't understand she had to dial the 1-800 part. i had to tell her four times i was the same person she spoke with before & she needed to dial 1-800 & leave me the hell alone. except for the hell part;
(5) sent a group email to our home group that really was meant for sarah which detailed some information i'd prefer kept between us, specifically making light of crushboy (my date for a work function)'s strange stache/soul patch combo; &
(6) aced a negotiation with the drycleaner who screwed up the dress i'll be wearing to the aforementioned work function next wednesday.
my dress was returned from the drycleaners with various beads & strings hanging from it randomly. i called as soon as i got it from their courier. the manager did respond quickly & came to my office late yesterday afternoon & whisked my dress away with promises that i'd "get it soon". i called this morning & was told it would be back to me wednesday morning. i explained my event was wednesday evening & if i had to replace the dress, i needed to know by tuesday. it went something like this.
drycleaner: the dress will be returned soon.
me: is soon before wednesday? because this dress is my attire for wednesday evening.
drycleaner: um.
me: i need it tuesday night. at the latest
drycleaner: tuesday?
me: tuesday. no later.
drycleaner: not wednesday?
me: i need it tuesday night. that's before wednesday & apparently before "soon".
drycleaner: we'll do it if i have to make them work overtime.
me: much appreciated. i knew we could work something out.
great, so the little tailoring elves have to slave away on overtime for my stupid dress that some twit shoved into the drycleaner bag with various threads hanging. after charging me a $3.00 "special handling" fee. i don't want to know what general handling is for such things.
now then, i must forage for sustenance to finish my day.
in the course of this morning i have managed to do the following:
(1) squash an orange on the copier;
(2) spill an entire cup of ice water on the brief i was revising (as i tried to put the adult sippy cup lid on it to prevent same);
(3) sent an email to a paralegal in one of our local counsel's office with a dyslexic typo (one i've been painfully meticulate about since i made the unfortuante mistake several months ago). the problem? her name is trudy but i strangely typed "turdy" & sent it on;
(4) got 3 phone calls from some old lady trying to call some medical 800 number which apparently is 1-800-[MY LOCAL PHONE DIGITS HERE]. she didn't understand she had to dial the 1-800 part. i had to tell her four times i was the same person she spoke with before & she needed to dial 1-800 & leave me the hell alone. except for the hell part;
(5) sent a group email to our home group that really was meant for sarah which detailed some information i'd prefer kept between us, specifically making light of crushboy (my date for a work function)'s strange stache/soul patch combo; &
(6) aced a negotiation with the drycleaner who screwed up the dress i'll be wearing to the aforementioned work function next wednesday.
my dress was returned from the drycleaners with various beads & strings hanging from it randomly. i called as soon as i got it from their courier. the manager did respond quickly & came to my office late yesterday afternoon & whisked my dress away with promises that i'd "get it soon". i called this morning & was told it would be back to me wednesday morning. i explained my event was wednesday evening & if i had to replace the dress, i needed to know by tuesday. it went something like this.
drycleaner: the dress will be returned soon.
me: is soon before wednesday? because this dress is my attire for wednesday evening.
drycleaner: um.
me: i need it tuesday night. at the latest
drycleaner: tuesday?
me: tuesday. no later.
drycleaner: not wednesday?
me: i need it tuesday night. that's before wednesday & apparently before "soon".
drycleaner: we'll do it if i have to make them work overtime.
me: much appreciated. i knew we could work something out.
great, so the little tailoring elves have to slave away on overtime for my stupid dress that some twit shoved into the drycleaner bag with various threads hanging. after charging me a $3.00 "special handling" fee. i don't want to know what general handling is for such things.
now then, i must forage for sustenance to finish my day.
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I need more of those... What are they called? Balls?
I think, in the event of the dry cleaners, I would have just written it off as a mistake to go there and gone somewhere else with a vow to never return.
But way to put your foot down. I respect that, I really do.
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