Love came from Heaven
Jul. 12th, 2016 09:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyGales and hail and sleet tonight, and I'm off on a road trip for work tomorrow. Through the mountains. I might see snow! That is the only thing I'm looking forward to about this trip.
Today I received a bill in the mail addressed to my old, old work's name. As in, the company before the one that's now winding up. The bill was from a glazing firm for installing new shower doors in a dormitory. I thought, oh, they've put the wrong supplier code on the bill. So I rang them to say that they'd sent it to the wrong place. Helpfully. I mean, it's not for me, but I was nice about it.
Well. Young madam at the glaziers wasn't having it. As soon as I said the name on the bill, I heard her huff, and then she started. "Geraldine at Deakin [University] gave me this address and said you'd pay."
"I'm sorry, I've never heard of Geraldine from Deakin. I think she's given you the wrong details."
"Well, that's what she told me."
"Well, you're going to have to call her and get her to check, because this bill isn't for me."
"She said you'd sort it out."
"Look, the company you've billed closed down six years ago. I work for the company that took over from it. And we don't have any dormitories and we haven't had any shower doors installed."
"But Geraldine said."
"She's made a mistake."
"Well, I don't know what to do. Geraldine said."
"So tell me who Geraldine is and I'll tell her that she's wrong."
"I thought you said you didn't know Geraldine."
"I don't."
"So why do you want to talk to her?"
"Because she's giving my address out to people and saying I'll pay her bills."
"Well, that's just stupid."
"So you'd best call her then, hadn't you? And get the right address."
"Oh, I will, and I'll just be sending it back to you."
"And I'll just be ringing you back to have this conversation again."
I won't be ringing her back, though. If I get that bill again I'll be sending it to her manager with a sternly worded letter. And if I ever need a shower door, I know where I won't be going.
The thing is, while I don't know who Geraldine is, as soon as she said Deakin I knew what had happened. There is a sort of profit-based think tank based there that has a similar name to my old company. I bet it's for them. I'd have told Miss Glazing that if she'd been less of a cow. But she and Geraldine will just have to work it out themselves.
Sunday's knitting update:
Today I received a bill in the mail addressed to my old, old work's name. As in, the company before the one that's now winding up. The bill was from a glazing firm for installing new shower doors in a dormitory. I thought, oh, they've put the wrong supplier code on the bill. So I rang them to say that they'd sent it to the wrong place. Helpfully. I mean, it's not for me, but I was nice about it.
Well. Young madam at the glaziers wasn't having it. As soon as I said the name on the bill, I heard her huff, and then she started. "Geraldine at Deakin [University] gave me this address and said you'd pay."
"I'm sorry, I've never heard of Geraldine from Deakin. I think she's given you the wrong details."
"Well, that's what she told me."
"Well, you're going to have to call her and get her to check, because this bill isn't for me."
"She said you'd sort it out."
"Look, the company you've billed closed down six years ago. I work for the company that took over from it. And we don't have any dormitories and we haven't had any shower doors installed."
"But Geraldine said."
"She's made a mistake."
"Well, I don't know what to do. Geraldine said."
"So tell me who Geraldine is and I'll tell her that she's wrong."
"I thought you said you didn't know Geraldine."
"I don't."
"So why do you want to talk to her?"
"Because she's giving my address out to people and saying I'll pay her bills."
"Well, that's just stupid."
"So you'd best call her then, hadn't you? And get the right address."
"Oh, I will, and I'll just be sending it back to you."
"And I'll just be ringing you back to have this conversation again."
I won't be ringing her back, though. If I get that bill again I'll be sending it to her manager with a sternly worded letter. And if I ever need a shower door, I know where I won't be going.
The thing is, while I don't know who Geraldine is, as soon as she said Deakin I knew what had happened. There is a sort of profit-based think tank based there that has a similar name to my old company. I bet it's for them. I'd have told Miss Glazing that if she'd been less of a cow. But she and Geraldine will just have to work it out themselves.
Sunday's knitting update: