My J-O-B

I really, really like me new gig with the rental company. The people are super great, and pretty crazy, and smart. How I got into the club I'll never know.

This week it's my turn to man the "after hours" phone. It's supposed to be for emergencies. BIG things. IMPORTANT things. I SAID, "IMPORTANT THINGS!!!" I just took a call (9:30pm) from a woman that was ranting and carrying on about bugs at her house. OK, bugs are bad. I get it. So, I start to ask some questions so I send an exterminator in the AM, and she's continuing to complain that they are going to get in her luggage and she cant stand the thought of that, and blagh blagh blagh... I say, "Ma'am, where exactly have you seen the bugs?"

"Oh, they are everywhere! At the front of the house, in the back of the house..."

"Ma'am, what ROOMS are they in?"

"Rooms? Well, they aren't IN the house yet, but they will be!"

Kill me. I can't take this too much longer.