Once upon a midday dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over American Idol TiVo’d the night before,
While I blogged, quietly typing, I wondered when there’d be a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my condo door.
`'Where’s my visitor,' I muttered, `no one’s at my condo door -
They've forgotten my appointment once more.'
Two appointments. Both canceled. I should have known. The only times my appointments actually happen when they are scheduled are when I'm the one running late.
So OK, not a huge deal. Schedules change, things "come up." I understand. Do me a favor though. Before I get up early, before I clean the bathroom, before I arrange to be home... call me and let me know you can't make it. Don't make me call you. I don't want to call you. It's awkward for me, it's awkward for you.
My building manager and I planned on meeting in my unit at 1p to look at some grout/sealant that had been "touched up" around my windows. I don't think they did a good job touching up. Not being a grout/sealant expert, I don't really know though. At 1:30 I called to just check and make sure I had the right time. She was not on the property at all. In fact, she was not planning on being on the property today. Why oh WHY would she agree to a 1p meeting IN MY UNIT (which is in the building) when she wasn't going to be here at all!?
My other appointment was with the plumbing contractor to take a listen to the ticking, a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping in my bathroom wall that occurs when I flush. He was supposed to be here at 1:30p. This one I am blaming on the guy who answered the phone when I called to set up the appointment. The guy who set it up sounded asleep and not particularly interested. When I called today at 2:30 to find out where my plumber dude was, a DIFFERENT guy answered the phone and he had no idea what I was talking about. So that's been rescheduled for, "maybe tomorrow" between 1 and 6p.
So no appointments today.
Quoth the condoblooger, Nevermore.