You know the saying, "the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing?" Modern customer service is more like that multi-armed woman in Tin Man.
Yeah. Modern customer service is often like "The left hand has no idea how the spleen works."
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You know the saying, "the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing?" Modern customer service is more like that multi-armed woman in Tin Man.
Yeah. Modern customer service is often like "The left hand has no idea how the spleen works."
So I can't get too specific without being more identifiable than I like, but my mother just got a MAJOR scholarly recognition -- like, most significant article in this scholarly field for the entire year -- and I wanted to brag. Nonspecifically. I might even get more specific later, but I think the prize itself may be news-embargoed or something, so I guess I shouldn't do it now.
And I'm sure very few even of you well-educated folks will ever hear about it, but it's still, if you'll pardon the expression, Made of Win.
Hey, Em...speaking of your mom, she was supposed to contact me in Feb. re: setting up her Internet, but never did.
She get that taken care of?
Well, congratulations Emily's mom!
Way to go Mrs. Emily!!
Mom of win!!
I'm sorry, MM -- I think that's when her husband had another stroke, so she may have put off dealing with it and then, knowing her, completely forgotten about it. I'll poke her to see if she's still interested the next time she's in Michigan. Honestly, I thought she'd already talked to you and taken care of it!
Thanks, all! She is kind of made of win, if just a WEE bit intimidating to grow up with.
think that's when her husband had another stroke, so she may have put off dealing with it and then, knowing her, completely forgotten about it.
Whups. I didn't know her husband had a stroke. Now I feel like an asshole.
No, we never got it taken care of. We were scheduling calls to talk about scheduling, kind of thing, and then she never called back.
Don't sweat yourself over it, I just wondered what was goin' on.
Whups. I didn't know her husband had a stroke. Now I feel like an asshole.
Of course you didn't know, how could you? I mean, if he'd DIED, then maybe I'd have been kind of snitty about it, but then again I'd also have mentioned it! I'm just saying that's perhaps why she didn't get in touch with you.
Is snitty a word?
No worries at all, and I'm glad you mentioned it. I take no position on your possible assholitude, but this is certainly no reason for it.