So a few things have happened since this weekend and I just wanna talk about them before next weekend. The fountain drama continues and it’s vexing me. I called them on Monday and I was like, “I want to talk to someone about this fountain because I’m not happy.” and they were all, “Of course, we’ll have someone call you back as soon as possible.” So Tuesday I get a call and the lady says, “I’d like to make an appointment for Mark to come out on Friday.” and I was like, “And what is Mark coming to do?” To which she replies, “I’m not sure… let me check.” And she says it’s because I called and said the fountain wasn’t working correctly. So I was like, “No, I called and said I wanted to talk to someone about this fountain. I want to talk to someone. I don’t want someone to come out here and fix it. Y’all already came out here and fixed it. Your fix did not work. I want to talk to someone. Please have someone call me so I can talk to them.” So an hour or so later, someone calls me and he asks: “What exactly are you expecting to get?” and I was all, “If you cannot hook this fountain up to water, I want to return it and I want you to give us our money back. Because it’s not what we ordered.” and I read him the email that I sent the very first person I talked to that blatantly says (and I quote) Just to be clear, we don’t want the birdbath if it’s not hooked up to water. I mean, I don’t know how much clearer I could have been. And the dude I was talking to said, “Well, the company you ordered from doesn’t have fountains that are hooked up to water.” So I was like, “Then your guy should have told us that before he ordered it.” So he was all, “I’ll talk to my manager and get back with you.” and he made it clear that he was supposed to be the one handling the situation that he was to be my point of contact from now on so that there were no more misunderstandings.
Ha! double ha!
About an hour later, I get both an email and a phone call from the original person I talked to about this asking why I wasn’t happy with the fountain because (and I quote) I was the one who ordered it. And, get this, he sent that email as a reply to the original string of emails that I quoted to the dude earlier. So I referred him to the same one. He was all, “Can you forward that to me?”
I was like, dude, I don’t have to forward it to you because it’s in the history of this email you replied to. And he was like, “I don’t remember getting that email, can you forward it to me?”
It was at this point in time I realized he was trying to cover his ass, but I obliged by going into the history and forwarding him the email, which appended on to the email he sent me. I was just… what the hell? This is insanity. So far, no one has gotten in touch with me today, but I’m kind of upset about the whole thing.
In other news, I have taken one step to overcome two things simultaneously. I joined a gym. Yep, that’s right. I thought long and hard about it and it was kind of Doug’s idea. Like, we were gonna buy me a punching bag to work out some of my frustrations from all of this contractor nonsense, but punching bags are expensive, yo., good ones anyway. And we totally don’t have a place to set one up. We also thought about getting me a treadmill — I mean we actually did, but… it was a cheapo and not built for someone my size (despite being advertised as such). Anyway, treadmills are also expensive — especially ones that are built to take my weight. The one we bought earlier is was one of those folding ones that topped out at 270 (supposedly) but… no. It’s sitting in my closet right now because I figure I’ll eventually get small enough to use it. But real treadmills, like ones for big people, cost in the thousands, and they take up a ton of room. I honestly don’t want that. I like the idea of the folding treadmill. Anyway, when we were talking about punching bags, cost, and how much room they would take up, Doug was like, “maybe we can rent a punching bag?” and I was like, “I might as well join a gym.” And that’s what I did. So, I worked it out. It’s way cheaper to join a gym for a year than it is to buy a treadmill, and it costs just as much as buying and setting up a punching bag. And if I stop using the gym membership before the year is up (which I’m going to try not to do), then I’ve lost less than if I start using the treadmill as a clothes rack. Plus, going to the gym gets me out of the house. Even if I’m just going out there to walk on the treadmill for a half an hour to start with. Baby steps, y’all. Baby steps. For both things. It may not be a social gathering, and I’m not walking miles, but hey, it’s a start.
So, some frustrations off my chest, and a little good news. Worry not about the plague, dear reader. I’ve been inoculated against it, and from what I saw today while I was there, this gym is being really good about wiping everything down. The staff members are still wearing masks, but most of the people working out were not. I stayed away from most everyone anyway because I’m not there to socialize. Anyway, that’s what’s happened so far this week. Take care.