Yesterday was a pip of a day. It started with us not having an phone service (Good old Sceona had neglected to pay the July or August bill). I called AT&T from my cell phone and was told that it was because our check hadn't arrived yet. I mailed it last Wednesday and they said they could give me one more day. Not going to cut it, so I decided to put it on my credit card. It was declined as possible fraud and there was a hold on the card. Um, we are going on vacation and my card is no good?
Panicked, I called TBG. He called AT&T and then put me on the line, along with him. Again, my card was declined, but my bank said they hadn't even gotten a request. So he used his AT&T Universal card. It was declined for the same reason. While waiting to talk with the AT&T fraud Alert department, he got an e mail from his bank asking if this charge was okay. Come to find out, it was because we were trying to use a personal card to pay on a business account, so it was flagged as possible fraud. If I was going to defraud someone, I wouldn't be trying to pay a bill on behalf of a company.
Anyhow, it was finally resolved and our phone service is restored. We will now have a credit on our bill, which should pay for the rest of the year's phone service. thank you, Sceona! Had you done your job to begin with...
Araceli and I decided we would go out to lunch. Just as we are ready to leave, the phone rings and it's a difficult customer. Okay, I can work with her, then our apartment maintenance guy shows up at the same time. he wants into our apartment to repair our leaky sink. I left Araceli to deal with the difficult customer and went over to our place to shut the alarm off. As I got back, Araceli was just hanging up and was not happy. After finally getting seats that suited this woman, she declined to purchase tickets because of our $3 phone handling fee. At least lunch was good. We went to Toot Sweet and had salads. It was still warm enough to sit outside and not bake. It was good to get out of the office and I confess we spent most of lunch talking about Sceona. Le sigh
Then we get home and I've got one cat barfing (Titan) and another with diarrhea (Patachou). The latter I knew was from eating too many treats - he's piggy and will steal everyone else's if he can. Problem is they don't like him and with super long flank hair, this can be messy. He got cleaned up and trimmed. Titan was talked softly to until it was time to go back to the theatre for a production meeting for Mamma Mia. Not too prop heavy, but somehow we ended up responsible for the flippers and snorkel gear for Lay All Your Love on Me. Thankfully after the meeting and some sustenance from El Torito, we came home to a much improved Titan and a clean Patachou.
The really sad note from yesterday is that we received a note from Anne Terry, telling us that her husband had passed in August. He was our balloon pilot, teacher and friend. We knew he was in poor health and tried to visit, but she kept putting us off. She asked that we remember him with smiles and good memories. Sigh... he was so brilliant - one of the people responsible for developing the hard drive for IBM. I will indeed think of him fondly. Fly free, John.