SNEEZING ELVES & CUSTOMER SERVICE (NOT!) -
January 24, 2005
If you are paying attention, you know that the last time I wrote in this journal I was preparing to move on the weekend after Thanksgiving. In preparation, Veda had been coming
by after work cleaning and packing up. Things were going very smoothly. I was a happy girl! My new & improved life was right around the corner!
Very soon I would be cheerfully ensconced on my new sofa in front of my new fireplace! I would be waking up to snuggle in my fluffy terry robe as I drank my morning coffee, watching snowflakes falling quietly onto my balcony. Starting work would be a mere matter of stepping into my new home office, where I'd planned every last detail so that my business and personal matters could be
run smoothly from my new desk. With the scheduling I'd done ahead (transferring phone service, DSL, etc.) the transition should flow effortlessly and smoothly.
Well.....
As a magnet on my fridge proclaims, "We Plan, God Laughs."
First, my phone company gave me an entirely new number without informing me. Then, in attempting to rectify the error, they actually shut my service off all together. The new PC was not delivered within two days as promised, but seven. The DSL service transfer had not been ordered by the customer service person with whom I'd originally spoke, which complicated the entire process even more as there is a lag time between ordering and implementing the transfer. In other words, inept customer service (don't get me started!) royally screwed up --once again!!!-- the best laid plans of mice and woman.
Yet, finally, after two weeks (Give or take a few days of my life. After all, I am only the customer!) that was all behind me. I give an exalted sigh of relief. Wipe up the spilled milk: See? It was never there! There are greater things to think about. Like....It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas....tra la la....
I could put up my lovely tree with the white lights and home made ornaments, bake Christmas cookies, shop for presents. But first things first, right? Veda wanted to do our yearly Christmas thing early, so I invited her and hubby for an intimate, holly jolly, Saturday night bash. Poor hubby! Despite suffering from a "little" (So Veda mentioned, dismissively. "Really, he thinks it is just some type of allergy thing, Angela,") cold, he showed up --the good tempered elf-- bearing gifts....
.....and GERMS!!!
Yup! Yup! Yup! You know what happened next, dontcha? Merry Christmas to me...ACHOO....Merry Christmas to meeee....ACHOO....
OK, so I get a cold. No big deal, right? WRONG!!! Because, beloved reader, for me...there is no such animal as "the common cold." With my history of asthma as a toddler and recurring pneumonia during my college years, well, let's just say, cold germs love me. Because they know, when they settle into my lungs, they have found a nice, cozy home for quite a while. No more traveling, no hectic hopping from host to host. The can kick off their little germ shoes, put up their little germ feet, and settle in.
And that is what those little guys did! I suspect they even put a Christmas tree and invited their little germ friends for holiday festivities. Because I heard Christmas carols, and I sure wasn't singing them. In my world, this translated into walking pneumonia. While those little germs were "Rocking Around the Christmas Tree," courtesy of my lungs, I was a very sick gal for a very long time. (Yes, they enjoyed the accommodations so much, they stayed through New Years and most of January.)
The good news (At least for me!) is that I am almost completely well. Just an occasional cough and a lingering ear ache that is easily mitigated with a few Tylenol. The other good news (For you!) is that I am back on track, taking my smut calls and doing the phone nasty. Life is good and I am bad....the best of both worlds!
Happy New Year!
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