So once upon a time our cable boxed died. Greg continuously tried to contact someone from the company to fix our box so the family would be happy. The cable co. made such a simple task extremely complicated and could not "pin point" a box for their slightly annoyed customers. Greg finally goes to the cable co. office to set up a time to meet with a cable guy to replace the box in our home.
So days later the cable man arrives, bringing with him a new cable box and a batch of staph infection. As he was unsuccessfully attempting to connect our new box he explains to Greg that he is unable to bend over very well because he has this thing called staph infection. Greg informs the man he should leave since we have this thing called a 3 month old baby. Greg then proceeds to call the cable co. (after connecting our cable box since the infected cable man was not able to do it...uggh the story can only get better) to explain how stupid they are for sending a contagious man to our home. Two phone calls and apologies later from a manager named Mike.....they asked Greg what they could do to fix the situation and Greg informs them that they could please stop sending contaminated workers into peoples homes. In the mean time I am at school receiving these panic written emails from my furious husband. Seeing that my day was shocking, frustrating, and draining already I couldn't handle the news that in order to enter my home I would need a hazmat suit. So I ignored the emails until 3pm where I promptly entered the office asking my colleagues what I should do about exposure to staph. The look of panic, the sound of jaws dropping, and offering up of gloves told me I would need to make plans to NOT go run after school, NOT cook dinner, and NOT finish the last load of laundry for my dear family but I would need to inquire with the cable company as to why they decided to make a poor choice in sending a bacteria carrying worker into my germ free home.
Greg gives me the number to the manager he spoke with earlier. I call while at my parent's (with JP and mom present) and proceed to inform the "manager" that he needs to send someone to my home to clean up their "mess" because I am a tired teacher (with angry teacher friends) and a mother of a baby. Yes, I used the teacher card. It works. I also informed Mr. Mike that he obviously can't control his workers as much as I can control a 4th grade but he needs to figure a way to fix this. A return phone call later and some research....I had a lady in my house by 7pm. Thus is the new cleaning lady in my life. Greg took to her and now I am having Miss Peggy come into my home to clean up our "messes" every other week. Ahh isn't God good;)
So days later the cable man arrives, bringing with him a new cable box and a batch of staph infection. As he was unsuccessfully attempting to connect our new box he explains to Greg that he is unable to bend over very well because he has this thing called staph infection. Greg informs the man he should leave since we have this thing called a 3 month old baby. Greg then proceeds to call the cable co. (after connecting our cable box since the infected cable man was not able to do it...uggh the story can only get better) to explain how stupid they are for sending a contagious man to our home. Two phone calls and apologies later from a manager named Mike.....they asked Greg what they could do to fix the situation and Greg informs them that they could please stop sending contaminated workers into peoples homes. In the mean time I am at school receiving these panic written emails from my furious husband. Seeing that my day was shocking, frustrating, and draining already I couldn't handle the news that in order to enter my home I would need a hazmat suit. So I ignored the emails until 3pm where I promptly entered the office asking my colleagues what I should do about exposure to staph. The look of panic, the sound of jaws dropping, and offering up of gloves told me I would need to make plans to NOT go run after school, NOT cook dinner, and NOT finish the last load of laundry for my dear family but I would need to inquire with the cable company as to why they decided to make a poor choice in sending a bacteria carrying worker into my germ free home.
Greg gives me the number to the manager he spoke with earlier. I call while at my parent's (with JP and mom present) and proceed to inform the "manager" that he needs to send someone to my home to clean up their "mess" because I am a tired teacher (with angry teacher friends) and a mother of a baby. Yes, I used the teacher card. It works. I also informed Mr. Mike that he obviously can't control his workers as much as I can control a 4th grade but he needs to figure a way to fix this. A return phone call later and some research....I had a lady in my house by 7pm. Thus is the new cleaning lady in my life. Greg took to her and now I am having Miss Peggy come into my home to clean up our "messes" every other week. Ahh isn't God good;)
Now we are all home in our comfy beds inhaling the aroma of cleaning supplies....
PS- Melanie THANK YOU for allowing me to ask lots of questions about staph. You calmed my nerves and saved me from entering the cable company and doing something stupid;) You're one smart P.A.!!! Love ya!
2 comments:
Oh my goodness! What an event! It's so scary, but I can't help but laugh at the entertaining way you tell the story! JP is ADORABLE!
Ok Deardorff....after receiving your threat on facebook I have updated and even named you in the post. Ha! I canNOT believe they sent someone to your house with staph...next. I bet they wish they never met you:)
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