I have it on good authority that 911 dispatch received a “strict dress code” on 2nd shift yesterday for Donald Trump’s visit. Did they really think he’d stop by? I was itching to ask my source (well, they weren’t just “my” source) exactly what the dress code was, but “Send it to me so I can make fun of it” didn’t seem like a tactful request. (But if you do, I will.)
I did, however, run into the Assistant Director of Dispatch at Walgreen’s (a reader since this miserable thing first started as e-mail in 1990!), and she informed me that there were two (2) designated dispatchers, one for the motorcade and one for the venue itself. This is overtime I’d have snapped up, in my best chinos and polo shirt (my “uniform” whenever I was Representing the Department). It would be interesting to find out how much of the job I’ve retained, but not interesting enough to risk people’s lives for it.
Instead of exciting 911 stuff, I will now regale you with…
MY DEALINGS WITH MY CELL PROVIDER
- Log onto their website to find out why I can’t post pictures to Facebook.
- See an ad for upgrading my phone for $20 off. I was planning to do so anyway, so I agreed.
- (the computer or WordPress or somebody is automatically numbering and indenting these things; how cool is that?) New phone arrives.
- Call to get service “swapped,” as they call it, to new device. Am told this will take anywhere from half an hour to 3 days.
- It doesn’t happen, but, instead, says “Error 02.”
- Call back, get a different person, who says the original person (who acted like it was, not her first day on the job, but maybe her first week) hadn’t really made this happen.
- Put process in motion. All goes well, until it says “Error 09.”
- Still another person tells me “Error 09” means no one actually knows what the problem is, and I should turn it off, then turn it back on. (I should have guessed this, from my very first experience with computers, with Fire Department training in the late 80’s.)
- New phone is fine, until I call my voicemail, and am told “We are unable to authenticate your voicemail.” Give up out of weariness.
- Call voicemail again later in the day, and it works fine and pretends nothing has happened.
- Check the mail today, and they have sent me yet another phone which I didn’t ask for.
- Call and speak to a 4th person, who says they will send me a mailing label to send the superfluous phone back.
- How do I get it to stop numbering stuff now?
- I will tell you how the whole return-label thing goes. (“Oh, please do,” Nick says, making me itch to slap him.)
OK, apparently you just need to hit the return key twice. Would you rather hear about how my latest doctor’s visit went?
SPEAKING OF DRESS CODES…
BUT ACTUALLY, I’M SNEAKING IN MY DOCTOR’S VISIT ANYWAY!
As Trexa and I were waiting for the elevator, the guy who was waiting for it with us was wearing a t-shirt that said, “I Like My Butt Rubbed and My Pork Pulled,” and justified this with a picture of barbecue.
My doctor’s visit involved discussing an embarrassing solution for my embarrassing problem–but at least there IS a solution! Let’s see if I can refrain from telling you about it.
Trexa and I saw a woman who’d pulled off at Claremont & Dreier (where other drivers can’t see you until you’re almost on them) so she could squeeze a zit on her chin.