Today was the first day that the exhibit floor was open at the International Christian Retailers' Show. I took one or two orders, but I spent most of the day trying to work on problem situations at the office. I haven't quite gotten the entire story yet, but desktop printers seem to implode when I'm not there. "Toner clean-up needed on the customer service aisle...."
Our hotel rooms were obtained through an unnamed credit card rewards program. The first day I arrived, after having asked for towels twice via phone and once in person at the desk, I went back down to the front desk and told them that I wasn't leaving until they gave me towels. They did. Good thing. My next plan of action was to shriek the same message at the top of my lungs.
Don't mess with my mom. You lose automatically.
ReplyDeleteLOL. I personally thought that three requests over 90 minutes for something that should have been in the room to begin with was sufficient warning that I was about to lose it!
ReplyDeleteYou ARE your mother's daughter....well, for that matter, I am too.....
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