This morning started out like any other. We got to work, started up our computers and… nothing.
While we tried to get online, the manager told us the news was coming to do interviews.
Nobody likes to be on the news but Mom and her friend the Perky Lady were right in the line of fire when they put up the cameras. Others moved, but of course we had people who needed help come in and sit with us. We still couldn’t get on the computer so there wasn’t a lot we could do except listen, take notes and give them information.
Of course the people who came in were a little freaked out. Our first customer was upset. In the middle of the night he woke to find his home flooded. He got sick afterwards and went to the hospital for ten days. He said he had to pull out the carpet and flooring, and cut down trees that were on his house, without any help. He also said all the furniture he had left was a table and a rocking chair. We had to tell him to come back later after the computers were working again.
Murphy’s law is in full force here in the Mitten State. When we first got here, we stayed at the Hotel California for one night. Two weeks later Mom contacted them to get a copy of her receipt and they had charged her EVERY SINGLE DAY since our one day stay. Mom, of course, lost it. It took almost two weeks to get it fixed. At one time she was talking to Corporate and the woman she was talking to said she had just talked to Accounting, who was taking care of it.
Mom said, “So can I get a name and a number for accounting?”
The woman she was talking to said, “Oh, there’s no number to Accounting.”
Mom said, “You said you just talked to Accounting! What did you do, use a psychic?”
They hung up on her.
Meanwhile, some people came from PIO (which I think is short for Putting Out Information) and sat down and talked with the news lady. The lights were very bright and I had to squint. Mom and Perky sat at their computers and started tapping on their keys. Mom was just typing gibberish. Perky was typing
“Every Good Boy Does Fine…
Every good little boy does fine.
Every bad boy gets in trouble,
and those boys have to go home and their parents yell at them and they get grounded and then they sneak out the window and go hang out with their friends and knock over a liquor store and steal a car and get chased by the police and steal cigarettes from their parents and sit around behind the school drinking and smoking until Marty stops by with his bag of weed and they all get high and then he sneaks back into his house and his dad is waiting and he gets yelled at and in trouble again and get grounded for life and eventually commits a felony and goes to prison and gets ugly tattoos and really creepy friends and finally gets out and goes into rehab and starts going to church and finally becomes a good boy and
Every Good Boy Does Fine.”
(Perky’s like Mom. She loves run together sentences)
Finally, they left.
This weekend we get two days off. Mom intends to sleep during most of it, which is boring (and noisy). The Emily asked her to take a lot of pictures, so at some point we’ll have to go out and find some things that are picture worthy. Her big plans are:
- Drop off laundry
- Check and see if the purse The Emily likes is on sale
- Go replenish groceries for next week
- Pick up laundry
- Watch THE WALKING DEAD
And that’s just Sunday. Can’t wait to see what’s planned for Labor Day.
I hope it involves chicken.