I'm sure that all of you on no sleep are used to the cry for help type stories by now.
Help me, help me, blah-blah-blah.
I won't bore you with another.
Even if I wanted your help. you couldn't give it to me, because your help is useless.
Why?
Because you're not a member.
I just wish that I wasn't either.
It all started innocently enough. With a phone call.
I'd been up for a few hours, unpacking and cleaning, waiting for the plumber to call.
I just moved into a cabin and the contractors fucked everything up.
Because of that, I now have the wonderful task of making calls to competent people that can fix what
the original contractors did wrong.
The phone rang at 12:06.
Not bad, I thought. Usually plumbers don't bother to call or show up until 5.
When I picked up the phone I didn't even get a chance to say hello before a woman on the line told m
e to "Please hold for the next available operator."
I hopped up and sat on the cabinet in the kitchen.
It was one of the few places in the cabin not occupied with boxes.