Today makes it two weeks since I ordered my new glasses.
For a place that advertises service ‘in about an hour’ I think that this service is less than perfect.
I think I will pay them a visit and show them a little of my Troll side.
The last time I got glasses I waited for far longer than the two weeks they said it would take. I remember talking to them just before I left for deep South Texas. It was January of ‘06 and I was in a much better mood.
I had another opportunity to show my Troll side this week when one of the people that are supposed to be running the asylum decided to call me out in public for a rather small problem that I pointed out to him a couple of weeks ago. He had decided that I should take it upon myself to fix this problem for him.
It was not my problem, and I refused to fix it. Then I shoved his face in the fact that he did not even know what the problem really is. I knew more about this thing than he did, having actually looked at the plans, and made everything that I was involved with as was called for. Too bad that someone else made an error that made other things not work as they should.
Now I am certain that he will be looking for something to pull on me. He is that kind of guy. He could have saved himself some embarrassment by just doing his job instead of stopping at the obvious answer. Actually pulling out a tape measure and checking things might have helped, too.
I have noticed that the people that are supposed to be in control of this project are like drunken airline pilots. They are at the controls and have not looked out the window for quite some time. When one of the stewards points out that the ground seems close, the pilots reply that nothing is wrong and not to say anything to anyone else. In the meantime the plane is slowly getting closer to crashing.
Just yesterday I thought I heard trees hitting the belly of the plane while the pilots were out to lunch.
It must suck to be them.
I should be jumping off the plane any time now. We have finished installing things and I am just waiting for the list of things that the people that design buildings want us to make better. This list is called a ‘punch list’.
I was supposed to have all the punch lists for all areas at the end of this last week.
I actually received one list for one area. There are many areas left to do.
It must suck to be them.
