I GIve Up!!

Guess who didn't show up Saturday? Dave! Good ol' trustworthy Dave. Instead I got a call from Gerry, the guy who came last week and is the reason why Dave has to come and fix the couch again.  Gerry obviously not too thrilled that I called and complained about his work so he decided that he was too busy to come on Saturday.

You can imagine the fumes coming out of my head Saturday morning.  Curtis came over and we went straight to the Brick.  There was no way I was going to play phone tag with these idiots again and  I wanted to see their faces while they spewed up the Bull Shit that they were no doubt going to deliver. 

I can't even begin to describe the pointlessness of trying to talk sense with these people. The one lady that I have been dealing with this whole time kept interrupting and changing the conversation to talk about herself. For instance I would mention that I spoke with someone the week before about the couch feeling like it was falling foward and her response is "Oh that was me, I remember you mentioning that, it's so weird the things I remember sometimes."  Well no, actually, it's not weird, it's your job to remember or maybe even perhaps write down customer complaints!!?!?!?!!?!"?!?  

Then while showing her the pictures of the couch and how shizzy it looks she sees a picture of Finnegan, well sure enough:  "OMG, Awwwwwwwwwwww what a cutie, what's his name?"  Like what's MY name lady? I'm the person whose money you take every month... Can you FOCUS here?

So anyways after all that insanity, she tells me that she's just called Dave and left Dave a menssage to call her back ASAP and that she will call me ASAP to let me know if Dave can come Money (today). 

Wellllll, Obviousllllllly, we have a Liar in Lincoln Park... haha jk, but has ANYONE called me to tell me if Dave is coming by tonight... Nope. So here we are again, and I'm seriously at a lost. Who do I complain to at this point? I think I might actually have an easier time going through Hilary Duff.