My Trouble with Gas

A few weeks back I called the gas company to set up my service so that I could use the oven in my house. The girl who helped me was a complete bitch, was completely short with me when I wasn't able to give her an account number (apparently that was supposed to magically be pulled out of my ass) and when she finished she didn't give me an account number, didn't give me the times they would be by to turn the gas on, and was just plain mean for no reason. All I knew is they were coming on the thirteenth. Last friday I came home and my house smelt gasy. For shits and giggles I turned on the stove. Woolah! Fire! I was so excited I boiled a hotdog.

Yesterday I told my boss I would probably be in for work today because I magically had gas. I called them after I left work to tell them I apparently don't need setup anymore. Somehow I manage to get the same angry african american female. She says no the gas should be off. What? Apparently I still have gas in my pipes (sounds like complete bs I think they just want the set up fee) O and so unhappily I ask when will they be coming, Between 8-4. And no they can't make that time frame shorter.

So I got up early did what I need to before 8 (went to bank). I pulled out a book and I read while I waited. And waited. And waited. Finally at 2 in exasperation I called my sister to complain. she said they offered her a curtesy call on top of comign at 930. This is complete bullshit. I call the gas company. " I have been waiting since 8 for the guy to arrive to connect me and I wanted to make sure i was actually scheduled for today". The woman has the audacity to LAUGH AT ME! (this was a different bitch) then put me on hold. When she came back on she said Im going to transfer you over. (not where she was though) I am transfered back to the gd main menu. I try to enter the numbers in the same so that I can get back to a person. The machine tells me sorry we are having trouble with the phone system please try again later. I am LIVID!

Of course this is when the bf calls so I break down into pissed off tears. And this is when he decides to tell me he is too sick to come see me, awesome. This is a great day. So I throw caution to the wind, lock up my apartment and say F them Im going to work! How exciting. And romatic really. haha.