Yesterday I spent several hours waiting for the Internet/phone company to come hook my cafe up to the rest of the interworld. And in the mean time, I had a handful of things to take care of, most of which were done and forgotten within 30 minutes. So there I sat, twiddling my thumbs while my electrician drilled holes to run power to our beautiful espresso machine.
I actually started this particular entry, and an embarrassing number of others to keep in mind for the future when I'm lacking on inspiration on the sticky notes application on my computer. I guess I could feel that the day would end in a story.
At first my reaction was complacent. Not too worried about it. But as the day crept (amazing how time DOESN'T fly when you're NOT having fun!) by I definitely got a little agitated. When the clock finally got to 5, and I hadn't heard from the communications company, I gave them a ring and they assured me that the tech would arrive shortly. And to please continue waiting, the tech will call when he's on his way.
Continue waiting. Seriously?! I thought I was starting to hallucinate from not having eaten since 11:45. Yeah, I'll continue waiting. If you install my things for free. Yes, you're not hallucinating. Free. I've been kept waiting without a call for 4.5 hours. He assured me it would be taken care of and that the tech would call before arriving.
He didn't call.
When he showed up, I was just a hair shy of livid.
Maybe you could have called? I was so worried you wouldn't come over! What? You didn't want me to get the wrong idea? Didn't want things to start moving too fast? Well. It's too late for that, I've already wasted millions of moments waiting on you.
We are SO over.
Wait. I think something weird just happened.
Anyway. Once he got started, he realized it was a bigger job than he'd planned. He took 2 hours from his 5:45 arrival to finish the task. And then everything was fine. Except for the fact that it was 7:45 and he wanted my sympathy because he would be driving back to Atlanta.
Yeah. It's a 2-hour drive. Yeah. You chose to work 2 hours from your home. Keep it on the inside. I've been here waiting on you for 6 hours and 45 minutes and I haven't eaten. (that last part is all on me. Totally should have brought snacks.)
I told myself I wasn't gonna write about this. Cause let's be honest. Everyone has a wretched story about utility installation. Everyone has to deal with it. I know I'm not special, and that after this moment, I probably wont ever think about my internet again except when the bill is due.
On a happier note I'm making valentines day pompoms for my store out of tissue paper today while I'm filling in at my neighbor's clothing store. Look out Valentines day, Ike & Jane is comin' at cha.
