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My burning rage, let me show you it. I check my ISP/utility company's website nearly every day for important announcements about planned outages and modified business hours. Last night, I checked to see if they'd be open today, because I wanted to pay my bill before the holiday. There was no announcement, so this morning, I got my bill money and drove to the main office.
It was closed. The door was open, but the lights were off, and the lobby was deserted. There was no note, no CLOSED for the HOLIDAY sign scrawled on notebook paper and taped to the door. It was just empty, as if Twenty-Eight Days Later had put down roots in Endstage Mayberry. Other customers had turned up and were milling aimlessly around the parking lot, bills in hand. One woman had paid the county paratransit to bring her.
I was pissed, but I sucked it up and got on with my day. When I got home, the first thing I did was check the company website. On the front page, in minuscule, italicized font, it read, We will be closed April 2, 2010, for the Easter holiday.
You couldn't have posted that yesterday, or better yet, a few days in advance so that your customers weren't milling stupidly around your parking lot, wondering what was going on? The lady who used paratransit is out six dollars and several hours of her life because you couldn't be assed to give advance notice. And you couldn't be assed to tape a note to the lobby door? Fuck you, you lazy bastards. Everyone else in town, including the construction company building your swanky new digs down the road a piece, is open, so why aren't you? Pricks. I was fortunate in that my bill won't be overdue by the time you reopen, but some folks will be, and no doubt you slimy jerks will hit them with late fees.
To assuage my apoplexy, I went to Walmart. As you can see, this tack was not entirely successful, but I did finally snag Halloween 2 and Blake Shelton's new EP and have stopped foaming at the mouth save for the occasional dribble.
I owe my mother for car insurance, so there won't be much mad money this month(especially if I want to squirrel away a few nuts in the Rammstein fund), but I want to see Clash of the Titans tomorrow.
Mmmm, Sam Worthington.
It was closed. The door was open, but the lights were off, and the lobby was deserted. There was no note, no CLOSED for the HOLIDAY sign scrawled on notebook paper and taped to the door. It was just empty, as if Twenty-Eight Days Later had put down roots in Endstage Mayberry. Other customers had turned up and were milling aimlessly around the parking lot, bills in hand. One woman had paid the county paratransit to bring her.
I was pissed, but I sucked it up and got on with my day. When I got home, the first thing I did was check the company website. On the front page, in minuscule, italicized font, it read, We will be closed April 2, 2010, for the Easter holiday.
You couldn't have posted that yesterday, or better yet, a few days in advance so that your customers weren't milling stupidly around your parking lot, wondering what was going on? The lady who used paratransit is out six dollars and several hours of her life because you couldn't be assed to give advance notice. And you couldn't be assed to tape a note to the lobby door? Fuck you, you lazy bastards. Everyone else in town, including the construction company building your swanky new digs down the road a piece, is open, so why aren't you? Pricks. I was fortunate in that my bill won't be overdue by the time you reopen, but some folks will be, and no doubt you slimy jerks will hit them with late fees.
To assuage my apoplexy, I went to Walmart. As you can see, this tack was not entirely successful, but I did finally snag Halloween 2 and Blake Shelton's new EP and have stopped foaming at the mouth save for the occasional dribble.
I owe my mother for car insurance, so there won't be much mad money this month(especially if I want to squirrel away a few nuts in the Rammstein fund), but I want to see Clash of the Titans tomorrow.
Mmmm, Sam Worthington.
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