A really bad case of The Mondays
So Yesterday morning I woke up after a really fun party Sunday night totally not ready to face the day.
The day sensed this, and pressed its advantage.
I got showered, got dressed, and noticed that I could not locate one of my rings of keys. "probably in the car. Or I dropped them at MK's house during the party. I'm sure they'll turn up."
Got in the truck and drove to LaGrange for my early morning appointment. Which was actually supposed to be this Friday, 7 Aug. I'd written it down wrong. Bugger. Drove from there to my first client, where I was supposed to meet my coworker. Who was called away on an emergency call.
So I get to the client, whose office is in a heavily industrial district of the near West Loop. There are no parking garages, and the street parking is totally overwhelmed by the many many industrial office loft conversion denizens.
I finally do find a spot, though, on the next block over, where there is some construction and the city has just finished replacing the curbs. I check the faded and falling down no parking signs, and I am good: no parking July 3-July 17.
Spend the day putting out tiny fires left from installing the new phone system, which we'd done on Friday.
Around 4, I needed to get my ladder from the truck to get their old system off the wall.
No truck.
It's gone.
Fuck.
Call 311. The city stole towed my truck. According to them, I was parked too close to the hydrant. But there was no paint on the curb to show that, and I'm sure I was in the clear. But since they towed the truck, it's down to I say/they say.
In order to get it back, I need to go to Mordor, AKA the Chicago Central Impound lot on East Lower Lower Wacker Drive.
And I need to be the owner of the truck.
I explain that it's a company owned truck; how do I proceed? I need to bring a business card.
My business cards are in the truck. The rest are at home.
Then I'll need a notarized letter from the company on company letterhead authorizing me to retrieve the truck.
The person who could produce such a document is not in the office, and if she was the office is in Oswego.
Also, I'll need to pay $160 cash, because they will only accept a credit card if it bears the name of the owner of the truck. Wait, sez I: I have a company credit card which bears my name and the name of the company. That's fine then, you can pay with that.
But you can't use that to establish that you are authorized to get the truck in the first place.
So I took a cab from the client to the WCR practice space, which was nearby and where I had a meeting at 6pm. There were several other attendees of that meeting waiting out front. No one had keys. I am a key holder...those were the keys I couldn't find this morning.
We convened al fresco. With a light side of nella pioggia.
And MK did not find my keys.
After the meeting, five of us decided to get a bite to eat, with Brad offering to give me a ride home afterward.
So that's what we did.
When I got home, around 10:30, I immediately remembered that I was supposed to have gotten cat food. Because the bowl was licked dry.
So this morning I go up, but on my most working-stiff of clothes (blue polyester shirt with the company logo emblazoned on, black work pants, boots), walked to the L, took the L to the loop, walked to the gates of hell, and sprung my truck from durance vile. Went back to the client, finished up there, got in the truck and headed for home.
Since then, the day has improved; got lunch at the Vienna Beef company Store. Picked up cat food.
(originally posted to my dreamwidth account. LJ users can easily comment there using openID cross-site logins.)
The day sensed this, and pressed its advantage.
I got showered, got dressed, and noticed that I could not locate one of my rings of keys. "probably in the car. Or I dropped them at MK's house during the party. I'm sure they'll turn up."
Got in the truck and drove to LaGrange for my early morning appointment. Which was actually supposed to be this Friday, 7 Aug. I'd written it down wrong. Bugger. Drove from there to my first client, where I was supposed to meet my coworker. Who was called away on an emergency call.
So I get to the client, whose office is in a heavily industrial district of the near West Loop. There are no parking garages, and the street parking is totally overwhelmed by the many many industrial office loft conversion denizens.
I finally do find a spot, though, on the next block over, where there is some construction and the city has just finished replacing the curbs. I check the faded and falling down no parking signs, and I am good: no parking July 3-July 17.
Spend the day putting out tiny fires left from installing the new phone system, which we'd done on Friday.
Around 4, I needed to get my ladder from the truck to get their old system off the wall.
No truck.
It's gone.
Fuck.
Call 311. The city stole towed my truck. According to them, I was parked too close to the hydrant. But there was no paint on the curb to show that, and I'm sure I was in the clear. But since they towed the truck, it's down to I say/they say.
In order to get it back, I need to go to Mordor, AKA the Chicago Central Impound lot on East Lower Lower Wacker Drive.
And I need to be the owner of the truck.
I explain that it's a company owned truck; how do I proceed? I need to bring a business card.
My business cards are in the truck. The rest are at home.
Then I'll need a notarized letter from the company on company letterhead authorizing me to retrieve the truck.
The person who could produce such a document is not in the office, and if she was the office is in Oswego.
Also, I'll need to pay $160 cash, because they will only accept a credit card if it bears the name of the owner of the truck. Wait, sez I: I have a company credit card which bears my name and the name of the company. That's fine then, you can pay with that.
But you can't use that to establish that you are authorized to get the truck in the first place.
So I took a cab from the client to the WCR practice space, which was nearby and where I had a meeting at 6pm. There were several other attendees of that meeting waiting out front. No one had keys. I am a key holder...those were the keys I couldn't find this morning.
We convened al fresco. With a light side of nella pioggia.
And MK did not find my keys.
After the meeting, five of us decided to get a bite to eat, with Brad offering to give me a ride home afterward.
So that's what we did.
When I got home, around 10:30, I immediately remembered that I was supposed to have gotten cat food. Because the bowl was licked dry.
So this morning I go up, but on my most working-stiff of clothes (blue polyester shirt with the company logo emblazoned on, black work pants, boots), walked to the L, took the L to the loop, walked to the gates of hell, and sprung my truck from durance vile. Went back to the client, finished up there, got in the truck and headed for home.
Since then, the day has improved; got lunch at the Vienna Beef company Store. Picked up cat food.
(originally posted to my dreamwidth account. LJ users can easily comment there using openID cross-site logins.)