Sorry, this blog post is about to explode into a temper tantrum……..Um……Ah….Grrrrr……Ooooo……..AGUAAAGOOGOOGAGA!!!
DOES ANYONE, KNOW HOW TO DO THEIR #@!&# JOB???!!!!!
My husband decided to do some spring cleaning which, unfortunately, usually requires my involvement, as in, “Hon, would you help me lug this queen-sized mattress and box spring up 3 flights of stairs, across the swamped out backyard full of alligators, through the four foot high flea-infested front lawn and sling it onto the curb without slamming into the neighbor’s precious BMW or knocking over the Harley that belongs to the friendly but rather raucous crack house across the street?”
So after a few broken fingers, head-rattling concussions, foot-long gashes and loudly murmured “BOB SAGETS!”, the mattress patiently waits for the trash truck to carry it to its final destination.
A few days later, it’s still waiting….
And a few weeks later. IT’S. STILL. “@ONADGA%#(#*%BOB SAGET!!!!!” WAITING THERE!!!!!!
Yes, we made arrangements with the trash collectors beforehand. Yes, my husband contacted the dispatcher every day – her name’s, Savannah, and they’re expecting their first baby in October. Yes, I posted on Angie’s List and gave them an “F” Rating. Then. Just as I was about to file with the BBB. The mattress vanished.
Not really sure if it was our official trash collectors, though, because some savvy neighbor got their hands on the box spring a few days earlier.
The thing is, this isn’t just a tale about a mattress.
I wouldn’t have been so upset if I hadn’t just spent the past week dealing with other situations where people either didn’t do their job, messed up the job, or weren’t even available to mess up the job.
Do you see the unwelcome trend here?
Here is my theory, which has prevented me from reaching through the receiver and sadistically plucking every nose hair from the Bungler Du Jour on the other end:
1) Company carries a glut of managerial dead weight and a small set of “little workers” who actually possess skills
2) Company needs to make more money to pay their CEOs
3) Company shuffles around deadweight and dumps more work on little workers without compensation, along with the phrase “Hey, at least you still have a job!”
4) Little Worker tells frustrated consumer on the phone, “Hey, at least I’m still on the line feeding you bull$@(%!”
End of theory and rant.
Speaking of work……….I better get back to my job, before someone tries to pluck out my nose hairs.