JazzManJim
On the Downbeat
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- Sep 12, 2001
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This is one hell of a long rant, full of pathos and blatant pity-pleading. Read on at your own peril.
No, I'm still not really back, but I do need very badly to vent, so here it is.
I moved at the begining of the week. It really wasn't supposed to be much of a big deal. I wasn't going all that far. It rained all day Sunday, which boxed my plans for that day, so I had to pack three short days of moving into two very long ones.
I arranged for the cable TV, the propane (to run the heat, stove, and hot-water heater), and the telephone to be hooked up at the new palce on Tuesday. It truly shouldn't have been a big deal except that today (Thursday) I still don't have propane. I haven't taken a decent shower since Monday evening and my muscles ache so badly I can barely stand up. I can't get them into a hot bath and a soak until I get freaking hot water, which apparently isn't going to happen until tomorrow sometime. That is, it'll happen when I can get the damned propane company and the maintenance folks for the rental company to coordinate their actions so I can get the stove hooked up and the propane on at the same damned time!
The only reason I got the cable TV hooked up last evening was because, after three telephone calls having them explain why, when I had scheduled the appointment on Wednesday, they had it on Thursday, I had to talk to a Supervisor and threaten to drop off the cable box to them and just get a Dish. They moved damned quickly then. The supervisor expressed surprise that I had a box. She didn't know that it was a transfer of service and not a new install. She didn't know I already had a box, except that I had told them, when I made the appointment, that I already had a box and just needed the technician to wave his magic wand so I could get cable!
Back to the propane. I had to twist their arm to get them out on Thursday afternoon. I waited around, when I could have been moving stuff to get them there. They turned on the gas and, lo and behold, the stove wasn't hooked to the gas main. So they shut it off and told me to get the maintenance guys out. Once the stove was hooked up, all they had to do was turn a nozzle and all would be well. Yeah, right. The maintenance guy shoed up, hooked everything up, turned on the gas and....nothing. No gas at all. Apparently, after the last tenant moved, they plugged the tank - a normal thing. Unfortunately for me, they plugged it twice and the propane dude only knew about one plug. So, after talking to the propane company at 4:30 PM, I was told that no one would be out until, at earliest, the morning - unless they had some sort of emergency or something. I very politely, but empassionately, expleined to them that I was filthy and sweaty and needed hot freaking water immediately. I was tired of hearing all day the same tired refrain of "I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do."
So, this morning, on my way back to work from class, I stopped by the propane company. They stil ahdn't been out and, guess what? Yep...there was an emergency in another county that soaked up all their manpower. So, the lady tells me, she's going to try everything she can to get someone out there. I told her to look at me carefully and imagine one how I'm going to look after one more day of not having a decent shower. <sighs> So, maybe they'll be out late this afternoon. Even if that's so, I've no idea if the maintenance man from the rental company can get out and get things hooked back up, and get the hot water heater and stove on. If this doesn't happen, it'll be Filthy Jazz Man Day 4. Even I'm starting to get disgusted with myself. I had to wash my hair in a sink at work! I'm not happy.
And let's not even talk about the problems I'm *still* having with the Comptroller's Office. Yeah..that six-week old problem is still around and still vexing me, even though it was supposedly "handled" six weeks ago.
I'm having a very bad, tiring, nerve-wracking week. I've not even begun to get into a project on which I ned to put finishing touches and which is due tonight.
It's Thursday. I have no blinds on my windows. I feel like I'm a goldfish in a bowl. I have no time right now to put any up. I'm worn out. I'm tired and sore and have done things, physically, that a fat man with a back problem should not have done. I'm dirty. I'm icky. I'm at my wits' end, insofar as I had any wits in the beginning.
I swear to God, if things don't come together tonight, I will sit down and cry. I'm that freaking wrung out.
No, I'm still not really back, but I do need very badly to vent, so here it is.
I moved at the begining of the week. It really wasn't supposed to be much of a big deal. I wasn't going all that far. It rained all day Sunday, which boxed my plans for that day, so I had to pack three short days of moving into two very long ones.
I arranged for the cable TV, the propane (to run the heat, stove, and hot-water heater), and the telephone to be hooked up at the new palce on Tuesday. It truly shouldn't have been a big deal except that today (Thursday) I still don't have propane. I haven't taken a decent shower since Monday evening and my muscles ache so badly I can barely stand up. I can't get them into a hot bath and a soak until I get freaking hot water, which apparently isn't going to happen until tomorrow sometime. That is, it'll happen when I can get the damned propane company and the maintenance folks for the rental company to coordinate their actions so I can get the stove hooked up and the propane on at the same damned time!
The only reason I got the cable TV hooked up last evening was because, after three telephone calls having them explain why, when I had scheduled the appointment on Wednesday, they had it on Thursday, I had to talk to a Supervisor and threaten to drop off the cable box to them and just get a Dish. They moved damned quickly then. The supervisor expressed surprise that I had a box. She didn't know that it was a transfer of service and not a new install. She didn't know I already had a box, except that I had told them, when I made the appointment, that I already had a box and just needed the technician to wave his magic wand so I could get cable!
Back to the propane. I had to twist their arm to get them out on Thursday afternoon. I waited around, when I could have been moving stuff to get them there. They turned on the gas and, lo and behold, the stove wasn't hooked to the gas main. So they shut it off and told me to get the maintenance guys out. Once the stove was hooked up, all they had to do was turn a nozzle and all would be well. Yeah, right. The maintenance guy shoed up, hooked everything up, turned on the gas and....nothing. No gas at all. Apparently, after the last tenant moved, they plugged the tank - a normal thing. Unfortunately for me, they plugged it twice and the propane dude only knew about one plug. So, after talking to the propane company at 4:30 PM, I was told that no one would be out until, at earliest, the morning - unless they had some sort of emergency or something. I very politely, but empassionately, expleined to them that I was filthy and sweaty and needed hot freaking water immediately. I was tired of hearing all day the same tired refrain of "I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do."
So, this morning, on my way back to work from class, I stopped by the propane company. They stil ahdn't been out and, guess what? Yep...there was an emergency in another county that soaked up all their manpower. So, the lady tells me, she's going to try everything she can to get someone out there. I told her to look at me carefully and imagine one how I'm going to look after one more day of not having a decent shower. <sighs> So, maybe they'll be out late this afternoon. Even if that's so, I've no idea if the maintenance man from the rental company can get out and get things hooked back up, and get the hot water heater and stove on. If this doesn't happen, it'll be Filthy Jazz Man Day 4. Even I'm starting to get disgusted with myself. I had to wash my hair in a sink at work! I'm not happy.
And let's not even talk about the problems I'm *still* having with the Comptroller's Office. Yeah..that six-week old problem is still around and still vexing me, even though it was supposedly "handled" six weeks ago.
I'm having a very bad, tiring, nerve-wracking week. I've not even begun to get into a project on which I ned to put finishing touches and which is due tonight.
It's Thursday. I have no blinds on my windows. I feel like I'm a goldfish in a bowl. I have no time right now to put any up. I'm worn out. I'm tired and sore and have done things, physically, that a fat man with a back problem should not have done. I'm dirty. I'm icky. I'm at my wits' end, insofar as I had any wits in the beginning.
I swear to God, if things don't come together tonight, I will sit down and cry. I'm that freaking wrung out.
