25th July 2008
Look, I don’t want to use this blog as a whinge platform but sometimes needs must.
Yesterday I chatted to a couple of clients, both of whom wanted to send couriers around today. Deliveries being what they are, they couldn’t tell me exactly when, but sometime between 9am and 5pm. No problem, I would be in my little office (my atelier, if you will) all day.
Now, my lovely home office is a converted granny flat at the back of the house. Normally I can hear the front doorbell from there if both the office door and the door connecting my atelier are open. However, as charming as the atelier is, it’s also freaking cold with both doors open and I have taken to burning excessive amounts of electricity keeping it snuggly warm.
So, thinking it was about time I figured out a solution, I bought a remote doorbell. It’s a most tricky device. Looks like a normal doorbell, but I can plug the receiver in wherever I am and it will chime and flash, even in the distant and toasty office (yes, even I am getting sick of the word atelier). I screwed the new doorbell to the door, with a note on saying it was to be used during business hours. Our other doorbell, which is off to the side of the door, now has “After Hours use” written on. True, it may make our pebblecrete bungalow look more like a brothel, but unless we took to opening the door in lingerie I don’t think the idea will take off. Especially if we open the door in lingerie.
Anyway, one courier arrived this morning while I happened to be making a coffee, and thank goodness for my caffeine habit because I was in the main part of the house. The courier rang the “After Hours” doorbell several times, then banged on the door A LOT. At no point did he use the “Business Hours” doorbell, which was right in front of his face. He was then bugged that it took me so long to get to the door, and that I didn’t have package in hand. I pointed out that had he used the correct doorbell I may have been more prepared, but he simply stared at me with dead eyes that silently and eloquently explained that he didn’t give a rat’s arse.
Still, I have faith in the two doorbells, one door scenario, anally retentive though it may be. Perhaps the litmus test will be the other courier, who is yet to arrive as the day ticks away….
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