Do NOT Fuck With My Sleep Cycle
Friday morning at 3:30am my phone rang. As is my usual response to any nighttime disturbance, my lighting-like reflexes had me repeatedly pounding the 'snooze' button of my alarm clock while the phone continued to ring, cursing "It's not working, and I don't know what to do" until my wife pointed out the obvious.
At that point, my head cleared, and some small amount of concern replaced it. Who calls at 3:30am? Policemen might. Relatives with horrible news might. I could think of nothing good that someone would call me at 3:30 in the morning for, so it was with some trepidation that I answered the phone.
ME :...hello?
HIM:Hi, it's the Toronto Sun carrier. Can you let me into the building? I don't have a key.
I asked him to repeat that information, and he did, to which I invoked the name of a deity, buzzed him in, and hung up.
I can see now where I went wrong: I buzzed him in. He has now learned an action-response sequence: buzz Murray, get into building.
Just past 3 o'clock this morning, the phone rang. Same guy, same request. I hung up on him. So he phoned back.
ME :WHAT?
HIM:It's the Toronto Sun carrier. I need to get into the building.
ME :Dude, what the FUCK? It's three o'clock in the morning!
HIM:Well, don't get mad at me. It's not my fault. I asked your superintendent for a key a week ago and they haven't given me one yet.
I hung up again... after I buzzed him in. *sigh*
At any rate, I have lodged an official complaint with the Toronto Sun, who assures me that my area's District Manager will have words with the carrier, and will get back to me within 48 hours. I told them I don't need someone to call me and apologize, I just want the guy to not call me ever again, for any reason.
At that point, my head cleared, and some small amount of concern replaced it. Who calls at 3:30am? Policemen might. Relatives with horrible news might. I could think of nothing good that someone would call me at 3:30 in the morning for, so it was with some trepidation that I answered the phone.
ME :...hello?
HIM:Hi, it's the Toronto Sun carrier. Can you let me into the building? I don't have a key.
I asked him to repeat that information, and he did, to which I invoked the name of a deity, buzzed him in, and hung up.
I can see now where I went wrong: I buzzed him in. He has now learned an action-response sequence: buzz Murray, get into building.
Just past 3 o'clock this morning, the phone rang. Same guy, same request. I hung up on him. So he phoned back.
ME :WHAT?
HIM:It's the Toronto Sun carrier. I need to get into the building.
ME :Dude, what the FUCK? It's three o'clock in the morning!
HIM:Well, don't get mad at me. It's not my fault. I asked your superintendent for a key a week ago and they haven't given me one yet.
I hung up again... after I buzzed him in. *sigh*
At any rate, I have lodged an official complaint with the Toronto Sun, who assures me that my area's District Manager will have words with the carrier, and will get back to me within 48 hours. I told them I don't need someone to call me and apologize, I just want the guy to not call me ever again, for any reason.