Yeah, the messed hair was a hoot.
I just got a call from a gal who said she was my “new aide.” I was LIVID! I bit it back, but as soon as she hung up and I had a chance to calm down (almost an hour) I called the company and told them how I felt.
First of all, I deserve to know why someone quits, (how can I change a specific thing if I don’t know what it is?) I deserve to know when I’m being assigned a new aide, (surprises and CFIDS don’t mix) and they have it in my records that I do NOT answer strange numbers, so they dropped the ball on all three counts.
GAH!!! If I had some Pink Drink, today would be a good day to contemplate my navel and consider the more diplomatic way I could have handled it. I don’t want to name the company, but one of the words in the name is “dignified.” A misnomer as far as I’m concerned.
Right now, I need to chill and try not to allow the BS to rule, as I’m still not quite over the anginal pain.