This week, I’ve been trying to get a few things accomplished and mostly getting nowhere. I’m the paying customer and it’s past time I was treated like a valuable one. I am sick and tired of how they try to make me solve their professional problems. I’ve been trying to get our trees trimmed professionally before winter storms set in, our furnace inspected and filter changed for winter, Mom signed up for Medicare for next year, me signed up for Medicaid for next year, doctors’ appointments for both of us, medications prescribed for both of us, and wayward packages either delivered or refunded.
I have either already paid these people or am wanting to pay these people for professional services, and they can’t be bothered to keep track. I have spent nearly all my waking hours this week following up with emails and phone calls, in some cases making separate contacts six times. I still don’t know when any of these things will be done.
Look, if you are a professional (medical, home repair, whatever), your profession may be the most important single issue to you, but not to your customers, who have multiple issues. Like someone said, I don’t live a single-issue life. Nor can I go at these issues one at a time, waiting for one to resolve before moving on to the next. Stop expecting me to keep track of you! You want my money, you need to keep track of me! Put me on your calendar, send me a confirmation email, and show up when you say you will. One clear contact apiece with a date and time, that’s all I ask.
Why is this a woman’s issue? Welp, I’m pretty sure that either they operate in this negligent laissez-faire manner because it’s mostly women who take care of these sorts of appointments, or they’re treating me this way because I’m a woman. Like women have nothing better to do than to track down the big-shot professional man to do them the immense favour of helping them spend their money. Eye roll!
Look, I know y’all are busy. SO AM I!!! You’d be a little less busy if you’d just get things set up and handled the first time. Then you’d have free time from all the emails and phone calls from me that you’d no longer receive.
Rant off. Thank you for reading.
(For readers who might respond “use someone else,” I have, and therein lies another story longer than this one.)
Deep breath.
Repairman joke:
A woman calls a repairman to fix the doorbell. When he doesn’t show up, she calls back. “Where were you?”“I was there and rang the doorbell a bunch of times, but you never answered the door.”
Doctor jokes:
I told my doctor that I broke my arm in two places.
She told me to stop going to those places.Two years ago, my doctor told me I was going deaf.
I haven’t heard from him since.
And now on to more serious topics.
