Wednesday, August 14, 2013

You Think I have a Soft Job

The phone rang at 1:10 a.m. A national housecall agency needed a visit in Anaheim, fifty miles away. I agreed to go but quoted a larger fee because of the hour and distance. The dispatcher said she would request approval get back to me.

After ten minutes I called to ask about the delay.

“I’m sorry," she said. "We’re waiting for the E-mail.”

“E-mail!! Can’t you phone?”

Apparently not. Approval had to come from Madrid or Buenos Aires. I waited another fifteen minutes before calling again. Learning that the E-mail still hadn’t arrived, I told the dispatcher I had changed my mind, and I went back to bed.

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