WHERE IS MY COFFEE... and other morning nonsence
I get thrown out of bed this morning from my phone calling. Ever since I got this number I keep geting phone calls from deaf people thinking this place is a medical center. How, do you ask, do deaf people use a telephone? Easy- they have a little keyboad device that connects to another keyboad device which displays text. Its kind of like a little laptop with MSN on it, but ghetto phone technology. IF I had one of these devices, I could tell these people that the number they are trying to call is no longer the number for the medical center and I can sleep in on my days I have no pressing engaments in the morning. Instead- I have to get up when the phone rings in the morning and listen to the annoying keyboard device try to connect to its long lost brother... only it cant because I don't have one. Scream all you want- the beeping listens to no man (or kornflake) and after calling Bell I discovered there is little I can do to stop this.
Every morning is a horrible reminder of how much I hate Bell Canada.
IT GETS WORSE
Today, as I lurch out of bed to get the phone rigning off its hook- I am surpized that there is an actual human on the other line. Hello, Shane- or whatever you name is, have you any idea what time of the day it is?
Shane: "This Ann K from the Halton Compass?"
AnnK: "(trying to sound awake) Yes, this is her- how may I help you?"
Shane: "You wrote an article about a man who collects beer bottles and I really need to get his contact information..."
WTF? How on earth did you get my home phone number?? AND YOUR CALLING ME FOR WHAT? AT WHAT HOUR?? Where's my hired Ditto-muscle-Much?
First off, this is a private home residance, second- Who on earth gave you my home phone number? Third- I didnt write that story, and finnaly, Why would I jerk around the people who I did interviews with by handing out their number so they can get phone calls this freaking early in the morning?
Shane tells me he got my number from the office- how or why someone did that I dont know. After my family was attacked by resident right-wing wackos over something I wrote last spring, my office should know never to give out my personal information to anyone who is trying to contact me through work. I get off the phone and promptly call the office and remind them about our privacy policy and then lurch around my apartment swearing my head off I am now awake on a day I was planning on sleeping in.