Aimee, you're just an employee of a slumlord! You're the one that has to deal with the crap BECAUSE he's a slumlord.
I swear, Miracleman in customer service is like me being an actuary. Two more unmixy things, I cannot think of.
My old doctor is going to call in a script for my AD's, thank goodness! I've been out for a while because of the insurance switch over with the move. I don't have a doctor up here yet and, although we have insurance coverage, we just haven't gotten our freakin' cards yet. Which would be NICE considering I'm going to have to pick up this script before I go all Britney Spears and shit and have to strapped to a gurney and hauled away.
Slum Lord of the Rings: The Two Dilapidated, Condemned Towers.
Bwahahahahaha!!
Don't forget - technically, I am an Officer of the company!
I need to create our menu for the next two weeks so I can go grocery shopping tonight or tomorrow.
Phone: *Ring.*
Me: You. Are. Kidding.
Phone: *Don't look at me like that. Ring.*
Me: But...
Phone: *RING ALL READY, OKAY?! FUCK!*
Fuckcake O' the Day IV: Hi, my name is (FCOtDIV) and I was just speaking to one of the ladies in HR.
Me: Okay.
FCOtDIV: Yeah, she was supposed to fax me a form for my blahblahblah and it didn't come through.
Me: Okay...well, do you know who you spoke to?
FCOtDIV: No. One of the ladies.
Me: How long ago did you call?
FCOtDIV: Ten minutes.
Me: ...
