Alarm Fuss

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Date: 12 May 2007 04:30:22

Today I shut the office down but still had the Biggest Boss and one of the driver-slash-warehousemen there, so I didn't roll the telephones over to the answering service.

As I neared home -- an hour later, dang rush hour! -- I had the niggling worry that they'd left without coding the phones.

So I called the shop to see about it -- and the answering service answered, alright, but it was for another business. Some welding supply place.

How in the world did the guys send our lines off to the wrong number? Or was it the answering service's fault somehow?

*Grrrrr*

Anyway, since I had not the heart to call the guy who was "on call" for the weekend to go fix it... I drove all the way back across town and got to the office at 7 p.m.

When I entered the front door the alarm gave me bare seconds to get my code in... wasn't enough time, dang, my reading glasses were across the room in my desk... shoot, the stupid alarm's going off! Whoop! Whoop! Whoooop! Whoop!

The phone rings -- it's the alarm company, checking out the situation before they call the police! So I rush to snatch it in case the funky incorrect coding makes the call route to the answering service --

I caught it! I identified myself, told the gal it was the first time I'd had to disarm the stupid thing since we updated it. I gave her my secret password and she stifled a laugh and told me to go enter my code. So I did.

*Whew*

That's all I'd have needed, the cops and both managers called out there because I fumbled the microscopic buttons on the stupid alarm panel.

I pulled the phone lines back from whatever nether region they'd been sent to, then I coded them the right way, then I left.

I got home something like 7:45, watched an episode of "God, the Devil and Bob" with the spouse -- or rather, he watched on his laptop in the bed, and I dozed beside him. Then he woke me at 8:50 to pick up Teen Boy at the Mall for 9 p.m.

I groused about it, because hubby was about to go out, himself, why didn't he pick up the boy?

Because he wasn't coming back, he said.

Promises, promises, I said.

He's probably got his laptop and his new flexible keyboard doing tricks at the bookstore cafe tonight.

I fed the the boy at the Sonic -- and had myself a BLT and a Mango Tea --

And we came home. And now it's 10:30 p.m.

Whatever happened to the good old days when I could take an evening or even a whole day and curl up with a book?