A High Class Problem to Have
I’ve heard this sprinkled in every conversation I’ve had in the last couple of weeks – a high class problem. But as I round the bend to get into the LaLa a lot of high class problems arise. The counter tops are still not in and as I type I hear them trying to salvage the backsplashes because they don’t have enough material for that – I hear this because I am coming to you live and plugged in from my office at the LaLa. The reason why I am here is that the Cox guy has been here since bright and early – and he has been a time vampire – I’ve had lots of work to do and have been having to answer and cater to his not knowing how to set up this house with internet, phone and cable. Everything that was promised is now undeliverable. A high class problem coming from my lofty office.
Meanwhile, the lights began to flicker today and as I had to call the electrician repeatedly because Cox guy couldn’t find the box, I reminded him that while in San Francisco I asked him if I could get the necessary items while there and he said he would handle it. Much in the same way that “I will handle it” has come down to me over the years – nothing was handled and my frustration with it not being done when I could have done it myself is viewed as being – well – how shall I say in English – bitchy. The electrician tells me that the problem is Entergy’s issue. I call him back and say funny how I got the appropriate dimmer switch for the 1000 watts of bulbs that this switch goes to but oddly there is another dimmer on it too and since there was only one 1000 watt dimmer that might be causing the problem. Ah, yes, he says. Again another high class problem.
Giovanni brought Jesus (not THE Jesus) over to clean out from under the house the myriad lumber and building debris that has been accumulating there – it is 40 something degrees outside and miserable – and Giovanni is out there helping him. I called Giovanni in and said I pay you to paint – not haul lumber. Okay. Next thing I find him up in the closet painting the inside of the closet way at the top – I’m like dude, what are you doing? So again another list is made for him to follow.
Again – a high class problem.