Monday, November 22, 2004
hey, mg, how's the water forecast?
chance of imminent precipitation low to none. employees are advised to stock up on individual beverage supplies for the foreseeable future.
that good, huh? what happened?
ugh. i went round and round with them on the phone, i had to call back twice, and they finally said they'd mail the account information, and after i signed and returned it, then they could 'proceed to explore our delivery options.'
mail? like, postal mail?
yup. i asked if they could email it, but they said it needed a signature. i said they could email it, i'd print it out and sign it, but no dice. they don't have an electronic version.
why can't they fax the stuff?
right? 'why can't you fax the stuff?' i asked. and they can't because -- try to follow along on their complicated rationale -- it's not their policy.
wow. so what are you gonna do?
what can i do? just wait for the mail, i guess.
that's a bummer.
i was pissed off at first. but now it's kind of fun. after all the time i spend waiting for emails and phone calls, it makes me feel like a... pioneer.
yeah?
sure. like little house on the prairie. like i'm waiting for a plucky young cowboy on the pony express to fight his way across the harsh, windswept plains--
to your cubicle on the 17th floor. glad you're keeping a positive attitude, at least.
i don't know if it's 'positive' so much as 'completely beyond caring.'
chance of imminent precipitation low to none. employees are advised to stock up on individual beverage supplies for the foreseeable future.
that good, huh? what happened?
ugh. i went round and round with them on the phone, i had to call back twice, and they finally said they'd mail the account information, and after i signed and returned it, then they could 'proceed to explore our delivery options.'
mail? like, postal mail?
yup. i asked if they could email it, but they said it needed a signature. i said they could email it, i'd print it out and sign it, but no dice. they don't have an electronic version.
why can't they fax the stuff?
right? 'why can't you fax the stuff?' i asked. and they can't because -- try to follow along on their complicated rationale -- it's not their policy.
wow. so what are you gonna do?
what can i do? just wait for the mail, i guess.
that's a bummer.
i was pissed off at first. but now it's kind of fun. after all the time i spend waiting for emails and phone calls, it makes me feel like a... pioneer.
yeah?
sure. like little house on the prairie. like i'm waiting for a plucky young cowboy on the pony express to fight his way across the harsh, windswept plains--
to your cubicle on the 17th floor. glad you're keeping a positive attitude, at least.
i don't know if it's 'positive' so much as 'completely beyond caring.'
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