MOSHE ATTACK

When I go to sleep, my phone is on vibrate. Sometimes it stays on vibrate mode throughout the whole day because I forget to turn the ringer on. Around 2pm, I check my phone and I see seven missed calls and 2 voice messages. It was Moshe. Moshe wasn't happy. The first message basically said that their were catering skirts to pick up. The second message said that I have yet to pick up the skirts (obviously dude...) and that I need to call him back as soon as possible. I called him. He didn't sound happy. He told me "Laundry girl, you had to pick up skirts yesterday. Why haven't you picked up my stuff?" I told him "well, first off I don't have a car at the moment and second of all, I didn't have my ring tone on. I'll pick up the skirts tomorrow morning." In a stern voice he said "Laundry girl, I need the skirts tomorrow. They are an emergency." I asked him why he didn't call me on Monday and he said "I was busy".

So let me get this straight, he is allowed to be busy but I'm not? Fuck that shit. I have become sick too many times this year already and it has proven that I need to look out for myself. He could have even called me on Sunday to let me know that I need to pick up stuff on Monday. There really isn't an excuse for him to contact me last minute. Anyways, two hours later he calls me again to remind me followed by another call 10 minutes later. He wanted to know if I was going right that second. I told him "look, i'll call you when I am on my way. Even better, you will SEE me when I get there."

Finally the car arrived back to me (there is one car now, the other car has a transmission problem) and I drove to Moshe. Keep in mind, with all these phone calls you would think there was over a bunch of skirting to pic up right? NOPE! I get there and I just see two bags. One bag had four table cloths and the other bag had six skirts. That is NOTHING! He told me "I need them back by tomorrow morning." I was pissed to the point where I could feel what the look on my face was... -sigh-

I have to give him the invoices tomorrow too. I hope he doesn't give me a hard time...