An update from the (now complete) village in Texas

I suppose it is time that I update my blog for y'all out there in cyberspace. I imagine you are all quite tired of looking at the uplifting content of the last post. I have to say though, I have recently enjoyed sharing the misadventures of poor Vexation, although equally as uplifting.

I find myself again locked in this glass cage of ineptitude they call the "dispatch centre". If it's not the people on the phone being completely over dramatic, it's my fellow co-workers. It never ceases to amaze me how difficult people seem to find the concept of "There is a call in my vicinity - I have been told to go there - I am now going there - Now I am there". Obviously there has been some catastrophic breakdown in the communication of this master plan. Often the next step after being told to go somewhere is to repeatedly question why they have to do that. It always surprises me how hard it is for some Paramedics to understand why they actually have to drive the ambulance to the location of someone who is sick, or dying, or thinks they are . . .

Equally inept are the employees at Home Depot, who after having royally screwed up my order for carpet, have now called me at least once a day to tell me that the roll they forgot to order has finally arrived and could I please come and pick it up. That is one of the reasons I have stopped answering my phone.

Just got off the phone with a charming employee from one of the upstanding nursing homes here in my fair city. She didn't know whether or not the person she was calling an ambulance for was alert or not. Being a nurse I would have thought she might have learned about what it means to be "alert" while she was in school. Perhaps she was not "alert" during that discussion. Mind you she didn't actually know where she was either . . . Perhaps I should send her an ambulance as well.