Let me tell ya, the first thing I do when I get home is pop that bra strap and free the hostages. I get out of my work clothes and basically put my pajamas on. All my close friends and family know that they are welcome to drop by anytime but don’t expect me to be dressed. I only stay dressed if I’m expecting company.
That’s why I’ve been particularly irked these past couple of days.
I need to have a telephone jack rewired and have had Bell Canada scheduled to come out and do the job three times this week. The first day I got stood up they told me that they had scheduled me for the next day. The second time they said they needed a senior technician to do the work and they didn’t have one available. The third time the excuse was that the technician ran out of time and couldn’t come until the next day.
These scheduling snafus, while irritating are not as irksome as having to wait around all evening wearing my damned bra until 9pm.