Monday, Oct. 10, 2005 - 2:13 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Wenchie drops the Plumbing Wrench
OK, NOW I did it.
I get all messed up in my days on long weekends... is it saturday? Is it sunday? Is it monday?
Ahhhh well, as they were rushing into the car saying, 'hey, we thought it was a rush, that you had water gushing everywhere" (hah, I said 'two days ago his shower leaked, do you have a telephone of someone who could look at the damage... not 'help help water is exploding everywhere, help!!") and telling me they didn't have time to talk.... they didn't give me his number, and he didn't take my number.
"Oh, your friend has my number" the plumber says to me. "I have wenchie's number" says my friend. And they shout BYE over me, and get into the car and speed away.
Lovely. So, end result? On saturday I got the plumber's number, my friend said, call him on Sunday. And yesterday I just worked all day and never thought about it til midnight. ack ack ack.
And who knows, perhaps he said 'I'll do it on Monday' because being a long weekend, he is not working on Monday, and on Tuesday he starts his regular workweek and won't have a free moment until next weekend. And believing he was coming on Monday, I called a million other plumbers on Friday to see if I could find one who could come earlier, but since they could all come Tues, I didn't take an appointment. And if I call them on Tuesday, well, I certainly am not going to get one to come on Tuesday.
Goddamn goddamn. I WAS on top of it, but now I have dropped the ball and cannot anylonger remain blameless. Goddamn.
I only hope that the plumber will call (I have to stay in now all day in case he calls and sets up an appointment goddamn... or maybe I can leave him a message to call the coffeeshop?). ack ack ack.
Did I mention I hate being a landlady?
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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