Author: Catherine

If you hear about a Southern woman going off on AT&T, that might be me.

No joke!

AT&T is driving me nuts.

Twice in one week, I put in an order to add a feature to my phone service. Twice in one week, AT&T managed to lose the order. Needless to say, I’m not getting the added feature.

Calling AT&T is a huge lesson in futility.

Man’s automated voice: “Welcome to AT&T. Is this the number you are calling about?”

Me: “Yes!”

Man’s voice: “How can we help you today?”

Me: “Representative.”

Man’s voice: “I did not understand you. Please state your reason for calling so I can transfer you to the right department.” (Something like that and trust me he’s lying.)

Me: “Representative. Representative. Representative.”

Man’s voice: “Hold on while I transfer you to someone who can help you.” (He’s lying, again.)

Me: “It’s about damn time!”

Then, a voice comes on the line and it’s barely audible. After stating my reason for calling, I’m told that I’ve reached the wrong department and need to be transferred.

Me: “Each time I call AT&T, I get transferred 3-4 times and I’m sick of it.”

Representative: “Please hold.”

AT&T sucks!

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Ugh!

In the “Everything Is Getting On My Last Good Nerve” category, hurricane season begins in just a few days.

It’s hot. Some of us are still wearing masks. It’s about to get really rainy, and I’m ready to run away from home.

Seriously. Life is getting on my nerves.

I know, I know. That’s not a very nice thing to say, but I’m telling you my coping skills suck. I just want some peace and tranquility.

Is that asking for too much?

~CE

Have you ever known a moocher?

I’m not talking about the kind of moocher who borrows a few dollars or a smoke or a cup of sugar and never repays the favor. I’m talking about the kind of person whose friends, family, and sometimes co-workers pay the moocher’s way though a portion of their adult life.

I find it astounding how these moochers do it. They don’t work a steady job, they might do an odd job here or there, and they are oftentimes smart, fairly well-educated people who manage to live a good life off the backs of others. In fact, they might live a better life than those who enable the moocher.

I’ve known a few moochers along the way, and I’ve tried to avoid them like the plague.

Many years ago, I worked with a moocher. After helping out as much as was humanly possible, I had to put a stop to it. A new job helped me to ease out of the situation.  It wasn’t long before the moocher found someone else to pick up the slack.

Then there is the “poor me” kind of person. There is always enough money to support their favorite habit or addiction, but never enough money to meet their rent, pay their utility bills, put gas in their car, or buy groceries.

That’s when some unsuspecting soul comes along, befriends such a person, and the next thing you know they are financially supporting a total stranger. It happens all the time.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m all about helping those who truly need it, but the habitual moocher or the constant “poor me” … not so much.

Anyway, I don’t know why this topic came up. Maybe the chatter about the moochers who live off the government had something to do with it.

Just saying …

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