Well, that was fun. Not.
Jan. 24th, 2006 09:07 pmThis post shall otherwise be known as: Caroline, fix/answer your Goddamn fucking phone before I shove it down your esophagus!
So, I was all excited about going to swing dancing tonight. Like, really, really, really, really excited. I got off work slightly early (for no apparent reason), caught all the right buses, and managed to get down to the university by 7:30. Went to the loft, in the hopes that Caro might still be there. She wasn't. Called her, and got this message: The customer that you're attempting to contact is unavailable at this time. Please call again later. And then the same message in French.
So I called again later. For the next half an hour. Same message, every time. I also tried to find out where it was by myself. I couldn't.
Wandered around the campus for half an hour, calling, calling, calling. Finally, I gave up and went home.
I was very pissed off. I also kind of expected Caro to call me and ask where I was, but she didn't.
This has been the excitement of my day.
So, I was all excited about going to swing dancing tonight. Like, really, really, really, really excited. I got off work slightly early (for no apparent reason), caught all the right buses, and managed to get down to the university by 7:30. Went to the loft, in the hopes that Caro might still be there. She wasn't. Called her, and got this message: The customer that you're attempting to contact is unavailable at this time. Please call again later. And then the same message in French.
So I called again later. For the next half an hour. Same message, every time. I also tried to find out where it was by myself. I couldn't.
Wandered around the campus for half an hour, calling, calling, calling. Finally, I gave up and went home.
I was very pissed off. I also kind of expected Caro to call me and ask where I was, but she didn't.
This has been the excitement of my day.