JessaLu Knits (and Spins!)

…I don’t talk much about what I ‘do’ on this here blog, except for this time of year. (for those new to the blog, ‘this time of year’ means the dreaded Tax Season aka Hell on Earth aka Open Season on Jess’ Feelings of Self Worth (since there’s nothing like sending a years’ worth of work to a CPA and have him/her completely rip it apart and make you feel like a moron for doing your best - no. really. there’s nothing like it).

But anyway…

Just to add a bit of spice and excitement to this most wonderful time of year, one of my clients is also having me handle a distribution to their partners. This involves me sending certificates to a transfer agent and them sending it back to me (that is *really* simplified). Unfortunately, transfer agents don’t really like to…transfer. Especially if they’re going from having one customer to, say, forty. Something like that tends to add to your workload and they seem to frown on that (at least, the ones I’ve dealt with felt that way, I’m sure there’s one out there somewhere who will stumble upon this little post someday and become extremely upset with me for maligning all transfer agents which will lead to untold attacks on me and my inability to not be stereotypical and frankly, if that happens during Tax Season I just don’t think I’ll be able to hold up under the strain. Where was I…? Ohyeah) which leads to them being all snarky when I talk to them about removing a restriction. Downright bitchy, even. In fact, during this one transfer alone, I’ve been laughed at. Twice.

Which kind of pisses me off. But that’s not the point of my story.

My point (yes, there is one here somewhere) is that knitters rock. Today, while attempting to explain to a somewhat snarky receptionist that no, they cannot send me a package via Fedex (the driver refuses to find my house), UPS (I cannot prepay for a package - that I know of - nor do I have a UPS account, nor do I care to) or DHL (our driver finds it a source of endless amusement to just pitch the packages out his crappy van window as he drives by, laughing his evil little laugh all the while - okay I’m not sure about the laughing part but so far the three packages they’ve ‘dropped off’ have landed in the neighbors yard, my driveway and on top of my happy little Xmess tree out front makes it somewhat obvious that he isn’t exactly going the extra mile) and that Express Mail is the way to go, the fact that I am a knitter happened to come up in the conversation. I pointed out that I order a lot of yarn online and the only person who can get that yarn to me in a timely manner is my mail person.

When I mentioned yarn, something miraculous happened. The somewhat snarky receptionist UNDERSTOOD my pain. Apparently she has also experienced incomplete yarn delivery, now feels that she has found a fibery kindred flame in the cold world of stock transfers and the most wonderful thing happened. The heavens opened. Angels sang. She was no longer laughing AT me but laughing WITH me. Most importantly…

…it was okay to send the certificate Express Mail. I should get it tomorrow. Crisis averted.

Knitters rock.

As for knitting itself…lately that hasn’t rocked so much. However, that’s for another post. ;o)

This entry was posted on Thursday, March 6th, 2008 at 12:04 am.

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