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Customer Service

To me it’s the butcher who gave my sister and me a piece of curly parsley we called trees every time Mom went to buy meat. It’s the owner of the tobacco store where Dad bought his pipe tobacco – I picked up a ten dollar bill from the floor and he told me to keep it. Dad made me share it with my sister, who didn’t get to come with us that day. Bummer.

Customer service is the lady at the chocolate store when I sneaked out of grade school after lunch and would give me however much chocolate five cents would buy. No, it wasn’t the nuns, and I respected only a few teachers who knew we were there to learn.

If there was ever a day in school dedicated to the principles of customer service, I think 90% of Americans were out sick that day. I have been on the phone with constituents who were unhappy, have served meals to people who complain, and have dealt with divas who go way off contract and don’t know the meaning of the word NO. As in, no, I will not pay you in cash before you go onstage, the contract says I’ll give a check to your agent after the show. No, buying drugs is not what I do. Look around. There’s not a phone or TV in your room and no liquor either. We’re in the middle of no-where so how am I going to buy you drugs in the next 15 minutes before you go onstage? NO.

Yes, sometimes one must be firm and direct. Most times subtlety has its charms. Yes, ma’am, of course we can press your husband’s pants again. Your steak was overcooked? Let me ask the chef to get you another.

As one gets higher up the food chain and is spending more money for a car or place to live it is very important for those making the sale to make their clients happy. The model year for this car shows that transmissions can be an issue and that will add $5K to the price of this car, may I take it to ABC mechanic and pay to check it out? Of course, ma’am, I’ll deliver it myself and pick it up for you this afternoon. Just call ABC with your payment information.

Most folks only want to make the sale and never respect the customer or client afterwards. That’s a big mistake. We lived in a loft years ago that gave us a deal for the first year then jacked up the price a lot thereafter and weren’t there when we needed anything. We asked how to deal with the issue and they said you can only get the deal if you’re new here. How do you do that? In the end we moved ten feet away to a “mirror” loft (everything was on the “wrong” side) and enough residents made a stink because of how we were treated so they immediately changed the policy.

One thing that should never be done is treating customers/clients like idiots and thinking they’ll never find another source for whatever they need. They will, I assure you, whether it’s a car dealership or a bank. My bank put both our names on my old checking account then told me it was my new husband’s account and I didn’t have access. Let’s just say I had issues with that one but fixed it when their customer service people were kind and efficient.

I pay the bills and set everything up here for my husband because he was arriving two weeks early and would have to sign for cable, electric et al. No ma’am, we cannot talk to you unless your husband authorizes us to do so. One time an electric agency told us they were turning off our power. I got my husband to call late after work and turn the phone over to me. They had erroneously credited the past three months of our bills to a family living 1,500 miles away! I got on the account and last summer three months of our bills were a zero balance but not until after they gave me the runaround for months.

Note to children: watch your parents. They are, or are supposed to be, your primary influence in life. Don’t become a bully. Don’t let anyone tell you you’re not worthy to be on this planet or any other. Learn at school. Let your spoken words and writing make the changes you want for your family, neighborhood, town, nation and world because you want to be the best you can be. While you’re at it, 16 year-old college kid, please make sure my pizza is hot when you bring it to the table. We tip well for your college fund. Cheers, Dee

Checks and Balances

Last month I got a dunning notice from my car insurance company. It said that while my payment was due on the first and they received it on the first, my insurance was being cancelled because it may take a couple of days for my bank to clear the payment. Hold that thought.

I made an error on my apartment payment this month because they instituted a new payment system that charges horrendous fees for using it and it is a violation of our lease agreement. This is a high-end place and we pay dearly to live here but the garage is leaking and ruining our cars and everything is extra. Park? Extra. Pet? Extra per month.

They cashed the check for less than the amount due, an error on my part partially because I haven’t written a check in nearly ten years but will not pay extra for their scheme. Legally I shouldn’t have to pay for the number I missed because of dyslexia or old age, but morally I stepped up to the plate and addressed the issue the moment I learned of it, with a note of apology.

Back to insurance. I was doing insurance analyst work for a state legislature many years ago and sent my car insurance payment in to my broker back home a few days before it was due. The check came back with a brokers’ office stamp that it had been received by the office on the first, the due date. The bank stamp says it was deposited on the 2nd (before internet banking) and a cancellation notice went out that day.

I received the notice by mail two days later that my car insurance was gone and was new at this insurance business but learned a lot that day. Like there was a 15 day grace period in my state. I called my broker and he had his secretary (before they were called administrative assistants) tell me he was in a meeting or out of the office six times. It was a town with one flashing stop light, and just the two of them in that office.

One of the few perks of a job that paid next to nothing and let me work alongside fellow bright youngsters was the occasional legislative reception. Free food! That night was for insurance so I was invited. I shook hands with the Insurance Commissioner who I’d known as a lobbyist several months beforehand. He asked what was wrong.

The car insurance debacle was explained. He laughed and said he wanted to deal with this one personally. The Commissioner gave me his private number, asked me to call his secretary in the morning and give him the information.

Later the next morning the Commissioner gave me a call and said I should be expecting a call from my car insurance broker but it may be a few minutes because he may have soiled his trousers. He then said it was the most fun phone call he ever made.

A while later the broker called me and asked what the problem was, that my insurance was never cancelled and why would I even think it had been cancelled? It must be a billing error, so sorry Miss. He never knew that I knew the Commissioner and never told me he’d called. I don’t think my rates went up much after that incident.

Last month GEICO, owned by one of my favorite entrepreneurs, sent me a cancellation email because my payment, due on the 1st and paid online by phone at their offices for immediate authorization, was paid on the 1st. The reason for cancellation was that our banks now hang on to payments for a day or two to get the “float.”

I looked up our state’s insurance laws and there is a ten day grace period. I called in, talked to a supervisor and our car insurance was no longer cancelled. In school they call these tactics to scare long-term customers bullying. It is in the adult world as well. Fight injustice. Don’t let it get you down, just think through it and find the best way to right things. It is your words and your voice that will make a difference for all.

I learned the hard way. Read and learn, dear reader. It’s nasty out there with hail and rain and thunder. My sweet car has been beaten up enough by calcium deposits from the garage roof not to take her out today. I’ll wait for a break in the storm and run to the grocery store for dinner. The sun is trying to peek out amidst heavy rain and hail. Time to run! Dee

 

 

Doghouse

Yes, that is where I am at present. It’s a virtual doghouse because we live up in a big tower….. It all started before five this morning with fire alarms blaring and flashing lights glaring.

My husband and I jumped out of bed immediately. I was dressed because daily I’m being munched on by mosquitoes so I quickly grabbed my and my husband’s jackets, and my purse and phone were by the door. Where’s the dog? Despite the loud noises she was in the middle of the bed saying “What? Who has the nerve to disrupt my 20 hours of beauty sleep?” I grabbed her leash and we went to go to the stairs with our other neighbors when the sound stopped.

The first thing I thought of was my next door neighbor, who recently had a hip replacement and could never make it down the stairs. By the time everyone showed up on our floor in slippers and robes the scare was over. It happened twice more for a few blares and is not over yet as “experts” have been called in. Interestingly the Fire Marshal was just here inspecting everything a few days ago.

We decided to take out the dog anyway and I fed her nearing 5:30. She drank her fresh water afterward and I lifted her back up on the bed. When she awakened an hour later she wanted to go out, then have “dinner.”

I’m in the doghouse because I never made her a second breakfast! She’s been out three times and it’s only ten in the morning. Permit me to explain, with a herding dog there is a routine and it must be kept. Put her in the back seat of the car once to drive hubby to work at 100 degrees and 98% humidity and it’s routine. “Daddy” gets out of the car to cross the street to his office and Zoe jumps up to the passenger seat and sits down like a person and everyone at the bus stop bursts out laughing. We did that routine for five years.

I’ve been up since four-thirty something and she’s finally sleeping at my feet, having given up the quest, temporarily, for a second breakfast.

On another matter I found the perfect gift for my husband’s office. He’s had a betta in a bowl and a blue lobster and other fish in a three gallon tank before, no longer as he’d bring them home when their environments were nasty or they were dead. Not a pretty picture.

Yesterday I found an air plant in a hanging vase. All it needs is sunlight. No food, water, or cleaning. The perfect guy gift. Of course he’ll take it home when the glass bowl needs dusting, but at least I won’t have to flush dead bettas down the toilet.

Thirdly, hubby put in a new fan in my MacBook. Yes, it’s nearly seven years old and began to sound like a lawn mower being run a couple of blocks away. He didn’t get the OEM (original equipment manufacturer) component but one that cost 1/5 as much and installed it himself. Interestingly, he needed multiple bowls and sheets of paper to label each screw as he took the machine apart because they’re all different. Leave it to Steve Jobs to make most mortals call tech support. Luckily my guy had his MacBook up (his battery went last week and his machine is only a few months younger than mine) with the instructions to install my new fan. How handy is my guy!

All I hear now is the washing machine, dishwasher, A/C and all the mosquitoes flying outside our hermetically sealed windows. And the dog, now in REM sleep chasing squirrels. Enjoy whatever Spring you can. It may get up to 50 here today. Dee

Disappointment

Did you know that mosquitoes kill more humans than humans do? Yes, I’m sure that as part of his research to give billions to save world health Bill Gates would have had a graph made and thanks for that. Don’t feel bad, humans are second on the list for killing other humans, Mr. Gates told us so.

We have standing water below and I get at least ten bites per night even though we are hermetically sealed in our home and haven’t opened a window in three months when there was snow on the ground and everything was frozen solid.

Now there are insects on the interior windowsills and in paper spider traps and the government tells me I’m lying about the bites, and it chooses not to drain the standing fetid swamp. So we are left to our own devices.

I’ve been instructed to rent a room and have a community meeting to discuss, I guess, whether mosquitoes actually exist, whether they breed in standing water and whether they can spread disease like West Nile Virus. They do on all counts. I don’t need to host a community meeting to know that. Perhaps they can call Bill Gates and he can come in to verify my researched conclusion. At least that may get four people in the room (a chaperone, Mr. Gates, my husband and me). Of course I’d make a great brunch.

While our front door is my enemy because it has a lot of space around it for air and bugs to get in, the real enemy is the people whose salaries we pay, day in and day out, to represent us. The only persons they represent are themselves.

Our own devices it is. No community meetings, I’ll just go door-to-door. Everyone who is complaining needs to do more and get others to do so. We probably need $250 and four volunteers to get through West Nile summer. We don’t need the money, just want buy-in at $10 apiece so if my husband is transferred someone will take over.

We’ve been funding the effort so far. It’s time for others to step up to the plate and hit a home run for our neighborhood, even though the entire public and private bureaucracy is working against us. Heaven forbid I mix baseball with football metaphors, but let’s win one for the Gipper. Dee

David

Yes, Michelangelo’s David, seems to be falling down because his ankles cannot bear the weight.

People joke and sneer and talk about his private parts, which are not private. Read The Agony and the Ecstasy by Irving Stone. Yes, there is a movie but read the book.

Michelangelo Buonarotti lived near Settignano, marble capital of the world, and no one could sell that huge block of marble. It is said that painting is adding, and sculpture is taking away.

That he saw David in that huge block and chipped away at it until he reached David is remarkable. Why people on Slate want to wipe this incredible human effort off the books and make jokes about it is beyond me.

I’ve only seen him once and have often seen a duplicate outside the Palazzo Vecchio facing Piazza Signoria and easily seen while sipping espresso outside at Rivoire, a people-watching mecca. Mostly tourists these days. Do they really know who Fr Girolamo Savonarola was? Have they seen his cell at San Marco, where Fra Angelico painted his best works. Walk up the stairs and tell me Fra Angelico’s Annunciation nearly stopped your heart as I would not be surprised.

I was there on 9.11 and we all held hands on the Piazza while one bell rang to mourn the dead. I couldn’t fly home, they wouldn’t let me go further then Newfoundland and I had only summer clothes. Fake David and Poseidon (the Great White One) looked upon us and we moved on in life only to be persecuted by our own government for the past 12 years under pseudo-patriotic terms.

The Sistine Chapel was closed for years but I got to see it, and the Pieta, before one was restored and before and after the Pieta was damaged. Placing David on a space vehicle is not viable to me for many reasons.

Our art and heritage is something humans should treasure. I broke my ankle 25 years ago and it is having issues these days. I wouldn’t go to space or lie down for the rest of my life for that, when an ice pack can suffice.

Save David. Michelangelo went to Santo Spirito and was allowed to illegally perform autopsies as that was the only way he could fully study the structure of the human body that he exemplified in his David and Pietas (one is in the Duomo Museum that is unfinished and raw and powerful.

We have some common themes that keep up together, let’s hope we keep it that way. Dee

 

Guitar

Yes, I took up the guitar at age fifty. I filed our taxes on April 15 and decided to pay a bit of our refund for a guitar. I didn’t have any idea how to buy a guitar and bought a good one but the wrong one for me for $200. But I also signed up for lessons, private lessons.

I learned a lot in a couple of months then they changed teachers and I got a drummer. He didn’t care to teach chords and said people don’t care if you can’t hit a note, you just have to be on the beat. That may be OK in his world but not in mine.

The downfall came when he realized I may have perfect pitch and he doesn’t so he wouldn’t let me into a darkened practice room to tune up before a lesson. I’m paying for this, not a parent and I want every bit of thirty minutes to count and I always pre-tuned at home a mile away.

This is not a bad story. I did get him a chronology of his favorite band before I quit. Now I have a really good folk guitar that I keep hydrated, a keyboard to help me figure things out because I read a piano better than I read a guitar. I’m not a musician, had to go to the mall instead and quit everything to be a kid.

The celebrated Western singer Juni Fisher approved my choice of guitar, a Seagull. Don’t tell anyone but we all sang Beatles Rock Band together once.

I wake up with a different song in my heart every morning and tend to sing it for a moment or two. Today I fused John Denver with The Eagles. I didn’t sing it out loud.

You, you, you are the sunshine…. from legendary PPM, we could use some of that sunshine here! Dee

 

Inside The Lines

As a kid, every year I received the same present at my birthday party from one guest. It was a coloring book, eight Crayola crayons and a vial of dime store perfume.

While I never used the scent, I did color and was always instructed by Mom that I was old enough to draw inside the lines and I always did. There’s a drawing I did around age five from scratch (no coloring book) of The Wizard of Oz. I framed it this year and with all I’ve framed over the years this is my husband’s favorite work and I’ll always keep it for him.

It took until my late twenties until I let myself begin the struggle to draw outside the lines, think outside the box. Some of my greatest ideas come to me at three in the morning and I rush to write them down. My art never amounted to anything, I’m better at designing the framing and taking photos, but the deconstruction and re-construction of ideas is my forte. Oh, I cook as well. And write.

Perhaps being a child of the late fifties, I was raised to be educated, well-bred, with good manners and a knowledge of opera, dance, music. I thought it was foisted upon me but now know that my parents didn’t have that luxury. My dad was the first in his family to ever graduate from college and he has a PhD. Mom was second in her family but only because she had four kids and my parents helped my aunt go to school before Mom went and of course, graduated cum laude the same year I did.

I had to walk around the house with a huge dictionary on my head for posture and take ballet, tap, piano and violin. I was the eldest and had to set an example for my younger siblings.

Even when I was “on my own” at college I never missed a class unless I was in the infirmary once with the flu. Don’t worry, my friends busted me out and I got to go to the concert that night.

To a shy reader, you’re me. Sometimes you have to stop and say “that’s enough.” Leave it at that or fight whatever is bothering you whether it may be bullies at school or a mean boss. Speak your mind. Make your words work for you.

While I was soc/psych I’m not in the field so don’t presume to “treat” anyone but I believe in my heart that many of these school shootings and bombings over the years could have been prevented with a good family environment, mentors, coping skills and just plain love.

When I finally came out of my emotional shell and found my voice, literally and on paper, I had and still have friends to help direct my energies. I’ve raised two dogs in succession, ten years each right now with the second on my pillow as I write this and have worked with animals since I was a kid, and with shelter pets for over 20 years.

Finding one’s voice is tougher as a girl, especially when I grew up. I was supposed to make the boy always win at sports and always feel smarter yet S and I were reading years above our grade level in second grade so were set aside to work together. I was feisty at ten, though, told the school I wanted to take shop rather than home ec. I was denied, of course so as team leader the team decided that everything we were assigned would have chocolate in it. Don’t I wish Bobby Flay was around then and that chilis were available in the store. Cheers! Dee

 

Taxes

Most of us pay them, except the filthy rich who pay tax lawyers instead, or illegals working “under the table.”

Who and what do we pay for? Salaries for every elected official and bureaucrat at every level of government be it local, state or federal. Let’s say hypothetically that I found a dead raccoon in the street and called the number for Dead Animal Removal. Should someone answer the phone? I can understand if she’s on the case of the cat that was run over across town.

When we call government offices of the people whose salaries we pay, we are rebuffed, treated as idiots, pawned off to someone else or our information is taken and tossed in the circular file.

Below is a photo taken this evening of insects over standing water that our city and county will not address. Nor will the state’s health department, the CDC or EPA. They say I’m lying about multiple daily bug bites and demand doctors’ certification of such; tell me this four inches of fetid standing water does not breed insects; assure me that they won’t do anything until late summer when people start going to the hospital for West Nile Virus; and get this one, that the federal Marine Mammal Protection Act is in force for this vile swamp.

No manatees, porpoises or blue whales have been spotted in this four inches of standing water but no one will lift a finger so we will do so. Government can never get enough of our money and is always greedy for more. “You expect us to actually provide services? We’ve a deficit.” Who’s problem is that? You keep taking increasing amounts from our paychecks. What’s your name again and when are you up for re-election?

This is not what I signed up for as a taxpayer and voter. Doing their work for them was never my plan in life. Dee

 

Standing Water Does Not Breed Harmful Insects

Standing Water Does Not Breed Harmful Insects

Crosswalk

I got this done after six months, and it took a woman’s life to make it happen. I hope her family knows that we care and want safe streets.

The paint is now fading and I don’t know if it will ever be repainted.

One day I told someone that we almost got hit on the new crosswalk and that it was a dark day, indeed. The next day some one stopped and I waved hello and thank you. The next day I saw him and said someone actually stopped for us! He said “I know, it was me.”

Today a police car stopped for us in “my” crosswalk. Thanks ma’am, for making our neighborhood a safer place to live. Supercalifragilisticexpedaladociously, Dee

Presents

Sometimes my husband buys me flowers. It’s not often so it means something when he brings them home to me.

One could say that my job is to make his job/life easier. This week, so far I’ve made him Pedernales chili and Jacques Pepin’s Lamb Robert and bathed the dog.

My husband is known as the “human tornado” for what he does leaving wet towels, water everywhere and a mess whenever he enters the kitchen. He can also fix my computer and any electrical problem in a heartbeat. When we go on a trip I manage packing all clothing and the dog – he deals with electronics including laptops, cell phones and chargers. He always does the last sweep of home and hotel to make sure we have everything as another set of eyes is always an asset.

A few weeks ago we actually went out to the movies (sorry Netflix, Amazon) and saw Saving Mr. Banks. I was moved by it. While I continue to enhance my cooking repertoire for the person I love most, he bought me a precious gift.

It is an out-of-print book he had sent from London. The Complete Mary Poppins.

In this day of reality shows that really show the tawdry side of life, women who want a man who would not think years later to buy a Mary Poppins for his wife need a wake-up call.

Get an education, get a job. Be thoughtful for yourself and your family. Gals, it’s all about the inner beauty, intelligence and strength. From an old married gal, I married someone I like to sit with at breakfast and talk about the news and family updates. If all you want is one night, that’s what you’ll get. If you want a lifetime perhaps a Mary Poppins will come your way……. Dee

ps Look for a Mary Poppins always. She’s there in so many people you already know.