Today, right now, I'm waiting, but for another thing, from another party.
This second thing is totally not connected to the first, in any way at all. I am now typing this while my bewildered self is waiting for the gas tank man to arrive. Late last night, the gas ran out as I was putting a kettle of water to boil on the stove. It was near to twelve, so naturally, replacing the empty tank could only be done today. I give the all important to the shop about two hours ago, the first call, and was promised that they would be able to make it within half an hour.
I made the second follow up call, after giving them 30 minutes more on top of their promised 30 minutes time frame. What did I get?
Why did you call only after now, an hour later? Our guys went to CONFUSEDLAND. Well, I did give you my address and contact number as asked by your receptionist when I called, didn't I? Oh, she must have got the details confused. We will arrange for our guys to come over again. What your address and contact number again? By the way, you are in no urgent need for the gas right? Thank you!
I usually not that patient, emotionally especially. I suspect, being devoid of my caffeine intake, this morning is the main reason, why I'm still sitting here, waiting patiently. My temperature has not skyrocketed yet in utter anger and disgust. The third call, after the 2nd hour had passed, only proved to me one thing, and one thing only, the attitudes of business people here in this country will mostly likely never change. We the consumers are always at the mercy of the medium sized chinese proprietors, who bosses most likely harps like there is no tomorrow on how they provide the best services in town!
I'm can feel that I'm slowly getting boiled up. A dose of the much needed caffeine would be good now. My nerves need to be calmed, my stomach is subtly increasing it's growls and my fingers are all over the keyboard, literally. My spelling ability is diminishing as I go on. I think this is the farthest I should go for now, lest this post turns up undecipherable this point forth.
Yet a thought strikes up in my head. Again, I'm being put to wait. I wonder why. Does my voice and action personifies, it's okay to let me wait? The common denominator in both accounts is, clearly, me.
This second thing is totally not connected to the first, in any way at all. I am now typing this while my bewildered self is waiting for the gas tank man to arrive. Late last night, the gas ran out as I was putting a kettle of water to boil on the stove. It was near to twelve, so naturally, replacing the empty tank could only be done today. I give the all important to the shop about two hours ago, the first call, and was promised that they would be able to make it within half an hour.
I made the second follow up call, after giving them 30 minutes more on top of their promised 30 minutes time frame. What did I get?
Why did you call only after now, an hour later? Our guys went to CONFUSEDLAND. Well, I did give you my address and contact number as asked by your receptionist when I called, didn't I? Oh, she must have got the details confused. We will arrange for our guys to come over again. What your address and contact number again? By the way, you are in no urgent need for the gas right? Thank you!
I usually not that patient, emotionally especially. I suspect, being devoid of my caffeine intake, this morning is the main reason, why I'm still sitting here, waiting patiently. My temperature has not skyrocketed yet in utter anger and disgust. The third call, after the 2nd hour had passed, only proved to me one thing, and one thing only, the attitudes of business people here in this country will mostly likely never change. We the consumers are always at the mercy of the medium sized chinese proprietors, who bosses most likely harps like there is no tomorrow on how they provide the best services in town!
I'm can feel that I'm slowly getting boiled up. A dose of the much needed caffeine would be good now. My nerves need to be calmed, my stomach is subtly increasing it's growls and my fingers are all over the keyboard, literally. My spelling ability is diminishing as I go on. I think this is the farthest I should go for now, lest this post turns up undecipherable this point forth.
Yet a thought strikes up in my head. Again, I'm being put to wait. I wonder why. Does my voice and action personifies, it's okay to let me wait? The common denominator in both accounts is, clearly, me.
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