The attorney returned my call. Kindly, with that wonderful resonance in his voice he told me that the issue could probably be resolved with a phone call or two. Most kindly he told me that there would be no fee at this point. I breathed a sigh of relief.
And so, as the fates twist themselves in ever tightening knots a representative from the company in question called me just as I was about to fax, to the attorney, the ever growing pile of documents I've managed to amass in the past three weeks.
I am promised once again that the issue is resolved and that the changes that I am waiting for will be apparent before the weekend is over. It is a story I have heard one too many times.
And so, that is what I told him, in as polite a voice as I could muster from between clenched teeth. But this time I could say that should the changes not appear as promised, they would, on Monday, be contacted by my attorney.
I could say that and mean it, and that makes me very happy.
Suzn 5:59:51 PM|
I am unlikely to give the specifics of this issue publicly until I am comfortable that I will not receive negative repercussions. In other words, I think I'll wait to bad-mouth them until the issue is resolved in my favor. However, it does involve a well known on-line business.
So when today, I finally decided that I can no longer handle this, that my polite but insistent pleadings are falling on deaf ears, or better yet deaf voice-mail, voice-mail which I have reached daily with no return calls, I decide to call my attorney.
Imagine my absolute terror when I hang on the phone through innumerable rings only to be connected to his voice-mail.
Is there a human in the house?
Suzn 4:01:39 PM|
Thursday, August 02, 2001
When
I visited Jeff's
journal yesterday I could just about feel the pupils of my eyes dilate. A desk that clean could only
mean that my own dementia had progressed farther than I realized.
See the picture at the right? You can click on it if you dare. But please sit
down or at least hang on to your paper work.
The world has not been saved from there I assure you. I actually consider myself
rather lucky that I have not been lost there, buried in the piles of papers, a
shrill cry of "heeeelp meeee" repeatedly echoing on the walls because no one could find me.
On the left you can see a freezing cold Pentium -2, with a whomping 450 mhz processor
and running Windows 95.
I consider myself lucky as well, that I was
upgraded from Windows 3.1 two years ago (yes that would be 1999) so I never complain. You see I work in a technologically
illiterate facility. Don't complain, they just take it away from you altogether.
Just for the record, it's not exactly me that's running Windows 95. We are not really certain what OS I'm running on.
Scattered about the desk you will notice many stuffed critters. Well truthfully
they come alive at night and do most of the work. They are actually the most intelligent
of the office dwellers albeit a bit sloppy. Don't bother looking for me as I'm
usually hiding under the desk.
I do have walls and a door. I have no window. Possibly there is some significance in that.
I want a window - preferrably with a ledge but a view will do - a pc that doesn't crash
regularly, a chair that doesn't get lower all by itself, and a few more little
critters to clean up after the others.
So Jeff,
I'd gladly give you a cordless phone if you could find me some more little critters
to clean up all this mess. I know you know where to get them. Obviously you have
them working very hard. Couldn't you share?
Who do I see about that?
Suzn 5:53:52 AM|
Tuesday, July 31, 2001
The call was unexpected. Within the first five minutes of our conversation I realized that although some people change, this one hadn't.
The same "on the edge of a good buzzz maybe I need to do more," voice greeted me. I was surprised that after all these years it could still make me feel a bit sick.
As has always been his way in the past, he is a good seller. If you didn't know better you'd think that life was just wonderful.
But I know better, and enough to recognize the exaggerations which explode to outright lies about his fame and fortune.
I almost had to smile a little when I heard my own soft, "ahem". And his, "ok Sue I could never fool you".
The truth isn't as pretty as the lies. I'm sure I understand why he tells them.
So the next time I fall for a handsome face and a cute butt, please put me in a coma till my hormones calm down, or at least don't let me marry him.
Thanks in advance.
Suzn 8:44:21 PM|
