Happy Birthday to Mark, who is my brother!
We ran into a snafu with the recycling company. They forgot to pick up our tub that first Monday, which was understandable. (I was a new account, no problem.) I called and talked to an extremely nice lady on the phone who said that they’d take care of it. I got all eco-glowy and smug again, and loaded up our stuff in another box for the next Monday.
Hmmm. They forgot again. I called again and spoke to another nice lady who said that they’d get it straightened out and that they’d even credit my account to apologize for the inconvenience. Smugly glowing, but a little hurt, I went on collecting stuff around the house to have made into new stuff.
Guess what? They forgot AGAIN. Now, this past Monday was NOT a day to mess with me because that was the day of our Christmas Program and I was already amped up on stress like nobody’s business. So when I finally drug my sore feet home at 8:45 p.m. Monday night and saw those $%#@$ bins by the curb full of junk again, I got mad!!! “Don’t they know that I’m their biggest fan?? Don’t they know that I’m a crazy eco-freak? Don’t they know that I’ve been telling everybody to sign up for this program?” “Why are you out there yelling on the lawn?” asked Lloyd.
The next day I called the nice people back and they were most apologetic. Blah blah blah, long story short – big goof up with the paperwork, it should be better, my account is credited even more, yeah yeah yeah. We’ll see. We’ll just see……