With apologies to Diana Ross
I remember when
If they said by half past ten, well,
You knew they might be late
It would not be long to wait…
And you knew it.
Then one day they came
And they said they’d changed the system
Appointments last all day
So you can’t go out to play…
And they said;
“Little girl,
You just wait for me…
Just sit and twirl your thumbs
The workman might just come..
Oh little girl
We can’t give a time…
He might get there today
We really couldn’t say…”
And I’m still waiting…
Grrr rrr rrr rrr rrr
Still waiting
Grrr rrr rrr rrr rrr
Still waiting
Now its half past two
And the dog is needing walking
The chill is coming in
I could use a double gin….
But I have none.
No-one’s on the phone
And they’re not answering email
The day has gone to pot
And I’m fed up with the lot…
And they say:
“Little girl,
You just wait for me…
Just find something to munch
The workman’s gone to lunch…
Oh little girl
We can’t give a time…
He’s got some stuff to fix
He might get there by six”
And I’m still waiting…
Grrr rrr rrr rrr rrr
Still waiting
Grrr rrr rrr rrr rrr
Still waiting
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Hugs Sue, I think that’s one of the most frustrating things about what’s so incredibly wrong with how companies are run nowadays. My mom lost six days of work waiting for someone to come set up her internet. It’s like that when waiting for a package, too. You can’t go outside even for a second or you might miss them, as if anything you might need to be doing isn’t of equal value. It’s such a ridiculous waste of time and just plain disrespectful and rude I think, almost as if we’re deemed less than, insignificant. And then once someone does come out they don’t put their all into it usually so you have to have them out again. The system is falling apart and people, some people, wonder why. But the reasons often seem obvious to me. Empathizing. 🙂
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Thanks Eilis. It is rather frustrating when the appointment slot lasts most of the day and into the evening. If they come late I’ll have a ten mile drive just to find a shop for dinner too!
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They don’t know who they’re messing with!!!!
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One of them just found out 🙂 Ani decided she was going to play ball whether he liked it or not 🙂 One down, one to go …
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LOL
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Excellent! i actually sang it in my head!
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That’s just how it came to me too 🙂
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Agony! And there is nothing you can do, sooo frustrating. As they say in Spanish, they have you by the *cajones! * Not that we even have them! 😉
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I have more cajones than the little guy who turned up and had to confront Ani and her tennis balls 🙂 Though the other one I was waiting seven hours for didn’t arrive… 😦
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Not fair! >:-(
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Nope. But I shall enjoy the phone call at nine o’clock tomorrow morning.
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Hope they turned up eventually… Nothing worse than a wasted day waiting, waiting interminable waiting…..
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Nope… and after taking most of the day off at their behest… as a carer, I am not best pleased.
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Wonder what the collective hours are waiting for someone to turn up?..
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Doesn’t bear thinking about!
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Reblogged this on oshriradhekrishnabole.
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Surely as this two days ago he has come and gone…you used your waiting time very creatively. Xx
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Next wednesday… sighs….
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A lot of my office hours are spent trying to set up appointments, meetings, etc. which take longer to set up than the actual appointment or meeting winds up taking. And a lot of that time is fruitless. And then I can’t hold a time slot open when one person doesn’t get back to everyone and makes us all guess whether the meeting is happening and we have to start over… And yes, we run into the repair thing at home a lot too… usually not quite that many hours, but enough to be a PITA. SIGH.
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Yep… an now they say next Wednesday… sighs….
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