Wednesday, September 03, 2008
You know what I love? I love coming home from my first day of teaching preschool, going to get a glass of water and realizing that the water in our house is off. You know what else I love? Beginning the day with a smack down trying to get our water turned back on.
Someone from the city came to look at our meter last night and said that, indeed, our water had been turned off. Yes, we paid our bill. Shut up. But since no one was available to turn it back on, we had to wait and call this morning. When I called the city people this morning, our conversation went something like this:
Me: Our water got mistakenly turned off and I want it back on.
Lady: Well, I'm showing that it wasn't us that turned it off, but I'll send someone over there soon to turn it back on.
Me: No you'll send someone now. Like, someone had better be getting in their truck as we speak to come and turn my water back on. (sidenote: whatever you think about the truthiness of the rest of the conversation, THAT is exactly what I said).
Lady: Well, the guys are just now getting here and so....
Me: No, I want someone RIGHT NOW coming over to turn my water back on.
Lady: I hate you.
Me: I hate you more.
But you know what? I got my water back on. Soon. Turns out, Public Works came to replace our meter yesterday and never turned our water back on. So, I was on the phone with Public Works giving them a piece of my mind. It wasn't pretty. I told them I have a two year old and and eight month old ( that's right, I play that card whenever I need to ) and I also said that since I couldn't wash my face last night, any further breakouts would be blamed on them.