This week was embarrassingly busy. I didn’t even know what day it was during the beginning of the week.
The beginning of the week is a thick, sticky haze, but I think it had something to do with locking myself in my apartment to write my Physical Evidence paper.
The topic was Field Sobriety Tests. The thesis of the paper was that the tests aren’t scientific enough to form the basis of a DUI conviction. Luckily, the driver usually is usually caught with an open bottle in the car, falling over, or admits to being drunk. And the cops are usually organized enough to perform a somewhat more reliable chemical test (urine, blood, breath).
Of course, the evening after I finished my paper I got a bunch of cases on field sobriety tests. I wanted to scream. Actually, I might have. But it was 11:30pm and I was the only one in the building, so that’s okay.
Aside from the epic-paper, there were dog walks, awkward “middle of the day” apartment showings, and long, 10-hour stretches at work. I don’t really want to gloss over this week but I also don’t want to think about it.
The point is, I was very, very busy and sleep deprived. Not busy in the “I’m panicking and rushing around” sort of way, but busy with larger time commitments like 14-hour paper writing marathons, and 10-hour work days.
And then there was Molly Maids. (I can’t believe that I forgot to write1 a scathing post about Molly Maids!)
So, my landlord was really eager to show my old apartment and even started showing my apartment before I had a chance to clean it. I had the epic paper and 40-hours of work to do with no time to clean, so I called Molly Maids.
They rescheduled our 8am appointment to 9am, which was fine, but it was NOT fine was when 11am rolled around without any maids showing up.
The Molly Maid managers couldn’t reach the maids, no one knew what was going on, I was late…it was a mess.
After waiting for two hours I leave for my meeting at school. Of course, I am halfway to school when I get a call – “the maids are there but they don’t know where to park!”
I wanted to scream “WELL FIGURE IT OUT! IT’S CALLED STREET PARKING!” But it’s an hourly service and I didn’t want them to overcharge me. So I politely told the manager that there was street parking in front of the building and that I would be back shortly.
The maids were already in the apartment when I came back.
I then left for work – way later than I hoped – and of course Molly Maids did not follow up to tell me if the job was done, or how long it took.
So I called them back, got transferred around, then someone left a message for someone else. Blasay bla…
I then called back a few hours later, and never received a follow up call. At all. Even days later. They haven’t charged me yet…so it’ll be a surprise when they do. Hmmf.
Oh! And we saw Inception this week. Ryan Casey got it right:
More of his comics are here. They are brilliant.
1 That’s why I should blog more often. Something dire one day is too distant and annoying to recap later in the week.
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