Yesterday started out great, I'd gotten enough sleep that I felt find for Uber driving, had some really good runs that brought me to my self-set week's goal, AND I had a good book to entertain me between calls. I even caught a return fare from East Boston, so I could pocket the toll charge.
Then I went home, had an excellent lunch, settled into the book, and my IBS kicked up worse than it has in possibly months -- cold sweat was involved.
Just as I was getting over that, a long-time friend called because her car had broken down, and she had her dogs with her and needed a ride home after the wrecker truck arrived. As she was sitting in a hot car by the side of the road, I thought it was enough of an emergency to justify driving a half-hour to take her and the dogs home after the wrecker arrived.
Except that it didn't -- even with us calling every half-hour to remind AAA that we were still waiting. Evidently the dispatch calls were being sent to the wrong location and the database that tracked this stuff WASN'T updated. TWICE, we were told that there was a flat-bed "on site" and had to patiently explain that we were sitting right on site and it wasn't.
In all, it took my friend nearly 5.5 hours until the wrecker arrived, and I was there for like 4 of it, keeping her from melting down or having an ER-worthy asthma attack, as well as the dogs cool and hydrated. And then I had to drive her a half-hour to her home, and then another half-hour back home myself. (At least by then it was 11:30PM on a very rainy Sunday night and mostly highway.)
Today I mostly want to hunt down some AAA dispatchers and hit them all upside the side of their heads.