I started off with my usual glass of coke. The bartender doesn't even have to ask any more. He just brings me Coca Cola before I even sit down. The Court Jester, Prince Charming and I had a lovely conversation about why I had not received my membership card.
I got in a little discussion (that's putting it mildly) with the person (who shall remain nameless) who mails out the cards and the newsletter. He is in charge of the torture chamber of the castle and he's very good at his job of torture.
The newsletter has the calendar so I know what's going on and when to be where. I haven't received it in the mail in close to four years. In spite of my pleadings, I received nothing but grief ... "I took it to the Post Office ... GO SEE THEM!" Pretty much we haven't spoken since.
Out of the blue, that person walked up and placed my card on the table saying somehow my name was on the list, but a label had NOT been printed. No kidding Sherlock ... I've been trying to tell you that since forever. There was no apology ... nothing .... but at least now I can attend meetings. Maybe if I'm lucky, I will even receive the calendar in the mail next month. I'm not holding my breath.
That's when the REAL frustration began. The mini-me machine (son of the infernal calculating machine), is a nasty little creature that refuses to do it's job. We had 117 people, 23 of which chose to use their debit cards. 15 of those 23 times, it refused to work. Not once, but several times each! The line was backing up clear across the playing floor and people were getting rowdy.
Unsolicited Reversal was the game of the day. By the way, I just learned how to scratch out names or whatever on my phone. It's pretty cool!! I took this picture because I'm going to the Board of Directors and ask they DO SOMETHING. Our system runs through antique phone lines ... we should be wireless I think, but I'm not sure what company can set us up. If I don't have a solution I probably shouldn't bring up the problem.
This one was Communication Error, which also happened several times. Really, I couldn't care less about the mini-me, but we are going to have a lot of unhappy customers go elsewhere to throw their money away if we don't get this fixed. I prefer they throw money at US!!
What keeps me going back? The smiling faces of the King, Prince Charming and the Knights of the Round Table. Plus, if I ever get in any kind of trouble, I know they would be there for me. I just need to take a chill pill before entering the building!! Maybe a couple glasses of wine would work.
Making my day even better, I have a dentist appointment this morning. There's nothing like having someone stick your gums with sharp instruments, then say "oh ... bleeding on #22". Yeah, you just stuck me with that measuring thingy!! On my way home I'm getting some ice cream to make me feel better!!