The older I get, the easier I find I can access my assertion/anger button
Some of that comes from experience and confidence.
Some of that comes out of need.
and some of it comes from the way businesses feel that they can treat the general public like shit
Today, I've been waiting for a Customer Relations Person to call me and every time the phone has rung, it has been someone else on the line......This has proved to be somewhat galling given that just before I picked up the receiver, I have psyched myself for a bit of a verbal joust
( a case of too much testosterone with no outlet)
Finally, a rather prim Mz Beale called me, ( 5 hours after I was promised a call) and I was just about to let rip when I let out an uncensored and unchecked scream of " nnnnnoooooooooooooooooo! "
I lost all credibility.
Out of the corner of my eye, I had caught Albert placing two very heavy paws right into a newly gloss painted window ledge.
Some of that comes from experience and confidence.
Some of that comes out of need.
and some of it comes from the way businesses feel that they can treat the general public like shit
Today, I've been waiting for a Customer Relations Person to call me and every time the phone has rung, it has been someone else on the line......This has proved to be somewhat galling given that just before I picked up the receiver, I have psyched myself for a bit of a verbal joust
( a case of too much testosterone with no outlet)
Finally, a rather prim Mz Beale called me, ( 5 hours after I was promised a call) and I was just about to let rip when I let out an uncensored and unchecked scream of " nnnnnoooooooooooooooooo! "
I lost all credibility.
Out of the corner of my eye, I had caught Albert placing two very heavy paws right into a newly gloss painted window ledge.
Did Albert then walk his glossy paws all over the carpet? Poor you John. Some days it feels like one step forward two steps back doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteIluckily no...he just walked on the tablecloth which is plastic
DeleteAfter a lifetime of work phone calls, that Nooooooooooo! wouldn't have phased me. I have heard it all. I recall returning calls one morning, I had a message desperately seeking help, the person who answered the phone simply said, "Sorry, I was sooooooo drunk last night when I left that message."
ReplyDeleteDogs and children they will do it to you every time.
ReplyDeletecheers, parsnip and thehamish
Now, as to that case of too much testosterone with no outlet...
ReplyDeleteThere are paw prints in the cement just poured for an our floor heating system. They just can't help themselves. -Jenn
ReplyDeleteAww, you can't have a cat and not have paw prints in freshly poured cement. It has happened to us many, many times. Haha !
DeleteDid the CRP offer you CPR - or just thought CRaP?
ReplyDeleteI'm hoping that you vented your anger for Albert's misdeed upon Ms Beale. I'm sure she can take it.
ReplyDeleteSo Mz Beale missed your anger thanks to Albert.
ReplyDeletePresumably you have now painted the sill again.
Did sweet little Albert leave cute feline pawprints all over the place?
ReplyDeleteAlbert just wanted to leave his signature for posterity.
ReplyDeleteOooh Albert, naughty boy - you're in the doghouse now !
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you Albert. I hope you could return to the call, and get things sorted though.
ReplyDeleteHence, the expression, "Shit happens!" Sorry for your ordeal.
ReplyDeleteoh lawdy! hope you explained that to ms. beale.
ReplyDeleteLOL ... this brought back fond memories of my Standard Poodle making friends with the painters in our flat in Buenos Aires. And wagging that stubby tail so hard that he hit a brush and ended up with a creamy yellow tip on his chocolate brown tail.
ReplyDeleteHa! Timing is everything. There is some sort of television show script lurking in this post. Why not write it up and get an agent? Or not. I just hope that Ms. Beale helped you with your issue. She might have eve had a good giggle with you as she solved the problem.
ReplyDeleteDoes Albert now have glossy paws, or even stuck to the ledge?
Re-painting the sill would be the least of my worries; I'd be fretting over how to get the paint off Albert's feet! So sorry (I think) that Albert made you forfeit the satisfaction of telling off Mz Beale :)
ReplyDeleteThat darn cat.... You should met our Demon Puss...
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ReplyDeleteYour title screamed at me. I'm sorry I laughed but I couldn't help myself.
ReplyDeleteNo caller ID in Wales? I hope poor Albert didn t lick his paws clean?
ReplyDeleteOh dear; well I suppose it's better than paw prints in wet concrete.
ReplyDeletehe relieved the testosterone by walking the dog around the cottage
ReplyDeleteI scrolled down to look at Albert and there was a definite look of "yell at me, will you!" on his face. Although I suspect it's a permanent look.
ReplyDeleteAside from paw prints in the paint, did Ms Beale settle the issue ?
ReplyDeleteAs a devoted reader, I had naturally assumed from the title that this was going to be a saga involving Winnie, the rug, and several hours of cleaning.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this post. I would leave Albert's paw prints on the sill. Did Ms Beale sort out your gripe?
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