The saga continues...
I called the real estate management company every day this week. Promised calls back, but nothing. Today when I called and the receptionist said the conpany name, I started in with, "What would you do to get your water turned on?"
Who is this? she said.
My physical therapist came this morning and we ventured out into the garden, down the steps and he wanted to see if I could sit down and get up from all the various chairs which I could. While out there, I personally tested the water. Ana and Marilyn had previuusly done that, while I watched, I believed them, but now I saw it for myself.
Called the management company, got the useless Erica. She had me hang on while she called the super. The super finally made an appearance. I could hear him tinkering, turning on the water and gurgle, gurlge, splash, splash... what do you know? The pipe was NEVER fixed. The super told me he had hired a plumber/welder and the guy evidently never tested to see if his plumbing/welding fixed the thing. I watched while he called the plumber/welder who is now saying he'll come Monday.
The super told me I should have called him. Kind of like, come on, we're friends. Typically that would resonate with me but I just said, "I did and my friends did and you ignored it. You said it was fixed, abnd it wasn't,"
So now we'll see what happens on Monday. The super said how nice the garden looks, how everything is growing by way of pointing out no damage has been done, and I said yes, everything is being watered by hand,
Enough on this topic!
guess we shouldn't hold our breath for Monday...
ReplyDeleteThat's Annoying! It's a shame you have to get tough to get anything done... Hope for Monday!
ReplyDeleteWhy is it that NO ONE in this country, possibly this world, can do their job right or at all. It is so terribly frustrating to have to make a thousand calls before something gets done. I am on the phone everyday with either my insurance company, drug company, or a doctor's office repeating the same thing over and over each and everyday. I usually hear deep sighs from the other end when I try to eloquently spit out the facts and what needs to be done. Yesterday we spent over 2 hours for Danny to see a pain doctor to begin having shots in his neck for severe pain that have given him bad headaches for over 1 month. We were sitting in the examining room and the nurse told us that our PCP did not send over the appproval form now that we have a damn HMO! I told the doctor's staff twice about the form and when when he was going. The pain mamagement clinic called the PCP's office and of course they were closed. OF course, all Dr.'s either close a half of a day on Friday's or the WHOLE day. Doctor's sure work hard here in sunny Florida. We were then sent home until the PCP gets called on Monday and sends the form. It could be in the right hands by Wed. or Thurs. Of course it takes 1 month to get an appointment with the pain clinic. So, the moral of this story is that if you are in pain, you can go to hell!
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That sounds awful Stephanie. I hope they finally get it together and he gets some relief
DeleteMy sympathies to Stephanie, it does seem at times that NO ONE can do their job right. But then I think of all the people who really do do their jobs right, like all of us who read this blog for example, as well as the writer of this blog. Another example: I might say that No one at the breast clinic I recently visited seemed to do their job right (the receptionist screwed up first when she ignored me, and then later when she didn't do my copay correctly; also, the doctor screwed up when he said he saw something new and I needed a biopsy, and when I asked was it really new, wasn't it there 6 years ago, he looked at the old film and said brightly, "Oh yes, never mind!" as if HE had discovered it. But then there is Myra, my very nice and competent technician who did do her job correctly. Even though she took a call on her cell phone from her husband during my procedure and yelled at him for forgetting where the insurance cards were, because he was taking her daughter to the doctor's that morning. It may have been unprofessional of her, but when she hung up, she said to me, MY HUSBAND IS AN IDIOT! and that made me laugh and it made the whole horrible procedure somehow better that I had a human connection with this young woman doing the sonogram of my breasts.
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