This morning our phone rang at 6:30 - we were awake, but not out of bed yet. It was the company that hosts our credit card machine. Hubby answered and held his cool rather well, I thought. First he asked where she was located and she told him Tennessee. Then he asked if she knew where we were and she knew it was Hawaii. Do you understand what the time difference is between those two places, he asked. "Oh, I thought I was calling a business, not a residence, I'm sorry." Uh, how many businesses do you know of that are open at 6:30am? All I can figure is that she was trying to get an answering machine or a answering service so she didn't actually have to deal with the problem she was calling about. She could just leave a message and shove the file into her done pile, making the return call our responsibility. That's one of the major problems with living in Hawaii, the whole time zone thing. Not only do have to do any dealings with most of the Mainland right away in the morning, we've also got clueless people who don't understand that even though it might be 10am where they are, it's 5 o'clock in the freakin' morning where our telephone is ringing. We've actually had telemarketers calling us at 4:30am trying to sell us crap, then they get nasty when we express how extremely ticked off we are to get woke up by an unwanted phone call from someone trying to sell us something we didn't want in the first place.
I finally got around to taking a picture of our gorgeous view today. Now, give me another week or two, and I might even get it downloaded from the camera and posted here.
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