My phone’s on the fritz at home, which means I have no internet, either. I’m not really sure how the TiVo’s working, since I thought the capturing of programs worked over the phone, but I’m getting shows, thank goodness.
Called PacBell — they said they’d be out between 1pm and 5pm yesterday, which meant I got up with little sleep, not enjoying the prospect of greeting the guy at the door wearing nothing but a robe. Of course, at 5:30 I called and they said, "Oh, he came by at 4:30! He noted that you weren’t home and that your phone line is fine."
I was home, I was watching the front porch, and my phone line wasn’t fine. Bah. "Can he come back out?"
A chipper, "Nope!"
"Sure, with a 1pm to 5pm window."
Cool. I always enjoy that when I go to bed at 8am.
This little, minor glitch got me all worked up and thinking about the carpet guy. Not even that much about the carpet guy, but about the fact that the owner never called me back, not once. I didn’t want the guy prosecuted or fired, I just wanted an apology from the owner. Dude. So then I was lying in the bath getting ALL pissed off, wanting to take a deep breath and just let it GO, already, but I couldn’t.
Do you ever have those fights in your mind? They’re way worse when you’re fighting in your head with a loved one — I always fight the battle from every possible angle, finding the winning stance, and then getting more irate as I try to file what they could say next to what I will say when the moment arises. So that wasn’t like this.
But I lay there, thinking of how I could get an audience with the owner. I could fake a delivery of balloons. I could call, saying I was the media. I could say I was the mayor giving him a commendation. Anything to get him on the phone, since he neither takes nor receives calls. Lying, however, I usually find is a bad idea, so I let go of those.
Lala told me simply to write yet another letter. She’s right. I’m going to do that. Again. An apology for extremely unprofessional behavior is all I want. Or even a fight would be acceptable! I just hate being ignored.
But it ain’t enough to get all (literally) hot under the collar like I did. I’m going to write another letter to the owner and hope he has some decency in him. Somewhere. And then I’ll let it go again. If I don’t do something, I’ll end up lying in bed, unable to sleep, fantasizing about showing up at his work, with a couple of big ole mean ugly-looking cops (and I do know a bunch of them, believe you me) and see what he has to say THEN, huh? That’s the part of me I don’t like. So I’ll write a note and let it go for another couple of months.
So if I’m offline for a while longer, please forgive me. I’m probably fighting with the phone company.
**Added later – While it would be nice to use police resources to track the owner down, it would also be illegal and I would never jeopardize my job like that. Really. But the internet? Now there’s a tool I can use. I just found a two-week old craigslist want-ad with his personal email listed, along with his cell phone. Letter has been sent. Phone call to follow. Oh, that was a satisfying find.
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