It was raining cats and dogs this morning. And if I hadn’t happened to look out the window at just the right time, we would not have known we had a delivery from Whole Foods.
Our standing instructions, as solicited by the management, are to open the door and put the bags in the foyer where they won’t get soaked, scorched, frozen, or stolen. Nine out of time times the delivery person ignores the instructions and just leaves the bags on the steps.
Like, it’d put you in traction if you had to open a door and put the bags in the foyer? Is that just too hard? How much sense does it take to see it’s raining and to deduce that damage will be done if the bags are left in the rain?
Typical, for the Age of Nothing Works…
I can’t get WordPress to work. Nothing works. So I thought I might as well have breakfast.
Brand-new unopened back of Entenmann’s assorted donuts, one dozen. Twelve donuts. I bought it just yesterday.
I open it up and there’s only 11. I think we can all that a faker’s dozen.
I call Entenmann’s customer service line and a robot gives me a lecture about GMOs. Then it stops.
It’d be nice to know how many people are viewing my posts today, but I have lost access to that knowledge. What I’m doing today most closely resembles putting a message in a bottle and throwing it into the sea.
Patty’s prescription must be refilled.
The brand-new CVS store, where we were to get it… closed. Just like that.
The pharmacists at the other CVS store don’t know what we’re talking about.
Robo-call: “Hello. This is The Legal Department.” They must think everyone’s retarded. “This is amazon.” “Hi!” Thick Indian accent; you could cut it with a knife. “This is Bryan O’Shaughnessy…” No it isn’t.
OK, now the other CVS pharmacist has found the medicine, after all. I’ve got to get there before they lose it again.
Why does a sparkling new store go belly-up? Could it be because nobody knows what they’re doing? Has business become some kind of birthday party game?
Honk if you think competent people are in charge. Anywhere.