A dog's breakfast!

It has only taken ten days and 21 phone calls but we've got furniture. I almost told Lyons "I know we have 15 months to pay, but I didn't know it takes that long for you to get it right" But I didn't. Why you ask? Because I am Canadian!!! and some of us will let everyone shit on us, piss us off, fart around and deliver us a dog's breakfast before we will be rude or even stern to them.

Meanwhile, of the 21 phone calls, 6 were calls backs due to the endless looping twilight-zone that is their automated non-answering system, three were call backs because the person I wanted "could not be located" and I didn't want to go through the WHOLE story with an eighth person and 5 were redials because I was disconnected. Yes apparently it is too much of a task for some to transfer a call or even pick one up.

This ordeal has taken faaaar too long and too many delivery men traipsing through my house and denting my floors to be worth it. And it isn't over yet. The glass top is cracked and the floor is damaged. I wonder how many calls it'll take to get that stuff sorted.

And in the middle of all this, I am being harassed by the world's most annoying nurse (who actually said "Wish me luck" as she inserted the needle into my arm- not the words you long to hear!!!) calling me umpteen times to come take some blood for a life insurance policy I am trying to get (don't knock me off yet- I've not been approved), water heater rental company who has sent us 5 bills with numerous unintelligible lines no one can explain but expect us to pay none the less, and ...AND a pizza order gone terribly wrong. HOW HARD IS IT TO MAKE A THIN-CRUST PIZZA???? That was the real bummer. I mean, you just want a good meal in the midst of all that trauma, No?

This leaves me to deduce one thing and one thing only; My life is in the hands of complete incompetents. And the percentage of such incompetents seems to be faaar higher than it has ever been, and they have good jobs with proper salaries. I mean hell, they even built my house! It is a scary SCARY realization and a very depressing one too. This may be my last posting folks- for many reasons, not the least of which was the Bell technician who had to come back four times to get our internet working.

Over and out. With fingers crossed.