I am all kinds of frustrated with this whole computer spammer black-list nightmare ALTHOUGH today in sheer desperation I called Cox's Corporate offices in Atlanta, Georgia and asked to talk to the CEO of the company. It's true. The receptionist girl (who, by the way, spoke perfect English) asked what my call was in regards to and I told her I was being black-listed by her company and I wanted someone to fix it. "Oh," she said in a sweet Georgia drawl, "You're going to want to talk to Mark about that," and she transferred me.
Not 30 minutes later, a very sweet sounding Southern man called me back. It wasn't Mark but I didn't care. Andrew was all kinds of helpful and looked at all my records and all my complaints and told me how to try and get help and he told me I could use his name and he would call me back and cool stuff like that.
But because of the error message I keep getting, I first needed to be sure there was no "bot" or "virus" stuff on my computer. I used a cool tech guy who remotely operated my computer for almost the entire afternoon and poked around trying to find bad things inside my computer.(Why can't people clean my house remotely is what I'd like to know?)
He found a few things and fixed them but the e-mail problem persists. Arrrggghhh!
So now I will continue with step two of finding out what is wrong tomorrow ...
I am totally behind in everything from e-mails to Alphabe-Thursday to Saturday Centus. And I must also add that even though I can sometimes get e-mails out, most of them come back blocked from your service because I am a .... gulp .... spammer.
I hope you can continue to be patient with me.
But that's not the favor.
Here's the favor.
I don't know about you, but when I am majorly stressed out over stuff like this I want to eat sweet stuff ... for some reason I think ingesting these caloric treats will make me feel better. And while I am heroicly resisting the siren call of carbs for comfort, I have an idea that will help make it easier.
Since Buffy and I parted ways last Sunday I have been UNABLE TO EAT CHICKEN! It's true. I just can't do it. I picked it out of a casserole earlier in the week. I couldn't even make Mr. Jenny a left-over chicken salad sandwich because the whole idea just weirded me out.
So what I need from you guys is to let me watch your bakery and/or chocolate shop for several weeks.
I'm certain if I do this I will "bond" with the sweets and then become unable to eat them.
This seems like a perfect solution to my stress-induced sweet cravings.
So, listen... I can start really soon, especially if you are willing to let me use your e-mail while I'm sugar-sitting.
And because you'll be doing me a big favor I will be happy to watch your store for FREE!
Yes, you heard me correctly.
For two weeks I will watch your bakery and/or chocolate shop and use your e-mail at absolutely no charge to you.
What a deal!
And although your comment or your e-mail letting me know how soon you need me to be at your shop will probably get to me...
I can't get a message back to you.
So...here's what I'm thinking. If you look toward the Arizona horizon you will be able to see smoke signals sending my reply back to you.
I feel a lot better now!
I love it when a plan comes together!