Vexation
Oh, Duke Energy. Why must you vex me so? You demand that I be present at the new place "between 8 and 4", so you can come turn on my meters in the basement. Yet when your service person calls me this morning for my 20-minute warning, he leaves no callback number, so I cannot tell him that the basement is unlocked. I try to call you, Duke, and you have no record of contact info for your service people.
So, Duke, you force me to put on pants (c'mon, what do you wear when you work from home?) and rush over there to meet this guy. At least I grabbed another box on my way, and pulled the empty trash cans off the curb while I was there. Oh, and met my new neighbor. While wearing a ratty old tank top, yesterday's pants, and unbrushed hair. Lovely.
So, Duke, you force me to put on pants (c'mon, what do you wear when you work from home?) and rush over there to meet this guy. At least I grabbed another box on my way, and pulled the empty trash cans off the curb while I was there. Oh, and met my new neighbor. While wearing a ratty old tank top, yesterday's pants, and unbrushed hair. Lovely.