My adopted child gets an education

My theoretical child, sprung from someone else’s loins 20 years ago in the Philippines, has been accepted to The University of Texas at Arlington.  I’m very proud!  Once she has a good education she’ll be able to afford a really good nursing home for me.  I’ve been having trouble convincing her to attend a Texas Rangers baseball game, though… she doesn’t believe me that baseball is all about the food and not about the silly game being played on the field.

We dragged our sickly selves down to the Strip today to meet an online friend for lunch.  We had fun—yet another great “first meeting” with a person we’ve known via the Internet for years but had yet to meet in person.  Unfortunately we still weren’t feeling particularly well, and since coming home have been crashed in semi-comas eating toast, but we’re glad we made the effort to pack our germs up in the car and force them to go to the Aladdin.  We ate sushi at Todai, and even had chocolate crepes for dessert.  I think we’ll both feel a lot better after we get a good night’s sleep, and think this persistent bug is finally nearing the end of its lifespan.

The annoying home builder customer service rep who’s supposed to be ensuring that our window and wall leaks get repaired, persists in just showing up at our door, unnannounced.  Last week he made an “appointment” to come over on Wednesday morning, but instead showed up at our front door on Tuesday because he was “in the neighbourhood”.  He told me he was going to arrange for a leak detection service to check our garage and would call to set something up, but he again just showed up unannounced at our door yesterday morning, this time with someone else in tow.  We were still in bed, and still sick, and I hadn’t emptied the garage cabinets as he’d requested because I was waiting for him to make an appointment with us, so I ignored the doorbell.  He then stood outside and phoned us, leaving a long rambling message on our answering machine about how he “sure hoped we were home” and how he “needed to take a look at that leak”, and then sounded very exasperated when he got no response.  IT’S CREEPY!  IT’S UNPROFESSIONAL!  STOP JUST DROPPING BY WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE IT!  Can you imagine if he actually did his job that way all the time—just drove around town aimlessly, randomly going to people’s homes on the chance they might be available?  He just refuses to make an appointment with us, and when he does, he won’t keep it.  I want to be reasonable, but I don’t want to answer the door at 8am when I’m in my pajamas, and he’s insisting that I move a bunch of stuff in the garage right there and then.  Why can’t he call ahead and make an appointment with us?!  Why?!  I hate him.

Posted by Leigh-Ann on 03/09 at 08:17 PM

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