Oh what a beautiful morning
Jul. 8th, 2009 09:34 am...NOT. Woke up with super high blood sugars and running low ketones. Last night I changed my pump insert twice, and I had to change it a third time this morning. I feel queasy and tired and slow moving.
So guess who shows up at my door literally seconds before I'm ready to leave my house?
That's right, kids. The plumbers. Guess which leak still isn't fixed. I looked at these guys and said "Listen, I'm not taking a vacation day off so you guys can tool around again and make some minor change that does nothing. I spoke with Reynaldo last week and told him this has to be fixed once and for all." I told them how this nonsense has been going on for a year at least, how the splash guard didn't work, and recaulking the tub didn't work (one of the guys suggested that might be the answer), and clearly the little washers on the screws didn't work (which I knew wouldn't work, and why I took that picture to show the world how utterly ridiculous it was). I pretty much thoroughly dressed them down and it felt good.
Sheepishly, they offered to come on Saturday and "really study the problem". So guess what I'll be doing this Saturday? That's right. Hanging around my flat while they spend the day "really trying to figure out what's wrong this time." Except, that's what they were meant to be doing the last time.
Oh, and I didn't give them back the tools they left behind. Even I have my limits, kids.
So guess who shows up at my door literally seconds before I'm ready to leave my house?
That's right, kids. The plumbers. Guess which leak still isn't fixed. I looked at these guys and said "Listen, I'm not taking a vacation day off so you guys can tool around again and make some minor change that does nothing. I spoke with Reynaldo last week and told him this has to be fixed once and for all." I told them how this nonsense has been going on for a year at least, how the splash guard didn't work, and recaulking the tub didn't work (one of the guys suggested that might be the answer), and clearly the little washers on the screws didn't work (which I knew wouldn't work, and why I took that picture to show the world how utterly ridiculous it was). I pretty much thoroughly dressed them down and it felt good.
Sheepishly, they offered to come on Saturday and "really study the problem". So guess what I'll be doing this Saturday? That's right. Hanging around my flat while they spend the day "really trying to figure out what's wrong this time." Except, that's what they were meant to be doing the last time.
Oh, and I didn't give them back the tools they left behind. Even I have my limits, kids.