You Think I Have a Soft Job

The phone rang at 1:10 a.m. An international housecall agency had a visit in Anaheim, forty miles away. I agreed to go but quoted a larger fee because of the hour and distance. The dispatcher, in Miami, said she would ask for approval and get back to me.

I dressed and waited. After ten minutes I called to ask about the delay.

“I’m sorry. We’re waiting for the E-mail.”

“E-mail!! Can’t you phone them?”

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 went back to bed.