But the guy at the liquor store, HE knew
Survived second day of Tramping About Harassing People For SCIENCE! Went less well than first, as I'm through the last couple of fresh entries and on to the "...So, are you home NOW?" stage of the process. Tomorrow will be the "...So, Mister Dude In Taqueria Downstairs, do you know anything about those flats?" stage for this group of cases, so I foresee more Hilarity Ensuing, unless a couple of those side trips into Voicemail Hell looking for building managers pay off before tomorrow morning. (Thursday is pencilled in as "We found someone who sort of speaks Gujarati" day.) The good bit is that I'm close enough to home with this batch that I can run back to have a pee and re-sort my materials in peace and comfort every so often without it being a Big Honking Deal. Not to mention that as I am Technologically Deprived this is also where my phone lives, so this is where calling building-managers' useless voicemail has to happen anyway.
I can't help but wonder, every time I've had anything resembling a Real Job, how anything actually happens in this country when nobody ever answers the phone.
I can't help but wonder, every time I've had anything resembling a Real Job, how anything actually happens in this country when nobody ever answers the phone.