Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum
Monday morning, I got called away from work because my home alarm was going off. I get there, meet the police, and as I suspected, it's not really a break-in, but a malfunction. I call my alarm company to come out to see about it. They schedule to come out and see it on Tuesday at 5:30. I do set the alarm Monday night. It does go off with the same malfunction about 7 AM Tuesday morning, but I was getting up anyway. I confirm the scheduling of my 5:30 appointment. I rush home from work at 5:30 on Tuesday. The dumb technician (having worked with him before) doesn't arrive until closer to 6. Ok, well to be fair, he's the stoner technician, always seems high. He has a friend with him this time. I don't know whether this guy is training or what. We'll call him the dumb technician. They can't answer rudimentary questions about the alarm or what malfunctions. They replace the strip on my back door and leave.
So I set the alarm last night. I suspected that it wasn't quite fixed yet, but figured I need to figure that out sooner than later. It went off at 4 AM this morning. I let the guy at central station who called to make sure everything was ok have it. I said, "Oh, I know which zone it is, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum have already been out here to fix it today." He was very nice and helpful and understood my frustration. Needless to say, I was not able to go immediately back to sleep for my irritation, adrenaline rush, and ANGER. So I text messaged TJ, who is a raging insomniac this week, are you up? He was up. So at least I got to talk to him for another obscenely long length of time. All told (and I can't believe I'm saying this) we spoke for over 4 hours yesterday (between the 2 hour conversation we had then and the 2 hour + conversation we'd had earlier in the night). Trust me, I know it sounds bizarre, I would've never thought I could talk to someone so much on the phone. So yeah, I went to bed AGAIN at 6 AM. I am exhausted today, but strangely giddy. He is really the sweetest, most wonderful guy.
I called my alarm company this morning. I expressed my anger. I also should add that I left a message for someone with tech authority (but also someone with a bit more authority, not exactly sure of his position, but someone I've worked with before) a message on his cell at 4 AM. That I was up and thought he should be too. It was rude, but I was livid. How hard is this? He didn't answer anyway, so I must've not woken him up. And I'm sure I got my point across. So April, the girl at my alarm company, says that only Perry, the stoner tech, is available to come out. My response: "Nope." Sputtering, flusterment. "Tell you what, call me back when you figure it out." They haven't figured it out yet.
So foul.