My laptop started acting up last month and because it is still under warranty, I was able to send it back to HP for no cost. They sent me a box to send it to them in and off it went to be fixed.
So I just got off the phone about half an hour ago as I argued with a FedEx service rep about where in the world my laptop could be. The tracking number sent me to a page that said it was delivered Saturday to the backdoor and no signature was required. Come on now, why wouldn't they require a signature for a laptop?! I was spazzing out because I was fully picturing my laptop as being stolen. They told me that they would contact the driver and try to get more information on where it could be.
In the mean time I decide to call HP and yell at them for not requiring a signature. After yelling REPRESENTATIVE at the automated lady, I was transferred to a woman who was about as easy to understand as Charlie Brown's teacher. Outsourcing blows. I explained my dilemma and she tried to assure me that a signature WAS required although I was looking right at the tracking page that said it was not. I grumped a bit more and gave her the tracking number that I had. She finally said, "Ma'am, that's the tracking number for the empty box that we sent you a month ago. Your laptop should arrive on Thursday." "Uhhhh.. thanks."
CLICK! I quickly FedEx and told them not to worry and to please cancel any plans they had to talk to the driver. Whoops!
I also had to call the vet today because Gibby has an odd rash on her belly that seems to be itching her. Too much people food perhaps ?!
Lady: "Has she been chewing?" Me: "She has this bone she loves that she chews on a lot." Lady: "I meant, does she chew at her rash." Me: feels like an idiot :)So we set an appointment for tomorrow and she asks me to bring in a urine sample....
Me:
"Sure, how the heck do I get that?" Lady:
"Wait until she squats and put a pan or bowl under her." Me:
"That should be interesting."I was right.... it was.
Not wanting her urine in any of my pans or bowls, I chose a plastic cup.
Picture this: Me holding a plastic cup following Gibby around the yard and waiting for her to squat and pee so I can catch it in said cup. She squats as she looks suspiciously at me placing a cup between her legs, takes a step, and pees on my thumb. *sigh* motherhood.......