Sometimes when we're having problems, it helps to look at other peoples' problems! So -- here!
Here is the latest in (cue James Earl Jones:) the Saga of Quincilla, She of the Unrealistic Expectations:
She calls at about 10:15. Says she's on her way to get on Amtrak but needs her computer and several documents. Will stop by here and ask me to carry them down, and out to her in her car. Fine.
She keeps calling back every few minutes, adding things. Then she calls to ask if I can get our messenger to take the stuff to meet her at Union Station. I can't reach the messenger, so I tell her better not plan on that.
She asks me if I'll get in a cab and take the stuff over there. I decline -- I get sick in cabs. I have to convince her that I really, really, really, really, really, really don't want to do this.
She has me call her newest associate to ask him to do it. He will.
He comes down at around five past eleven. I burden him with documents and I am unplugging her computer to hand to him when I think -- does she need the power pack? I call. She says no, she does not. But she needs me to turn it on and open Outlook so her email gets sync-ed.
That process takes nearly ten minutes. Edgar, the associate, leaves at 11:17.
Quincilla calls at 11:33 and says, "Well, Edgar never showed up." I say "I sent him off, he's on his way, you don't see him? He should be there by now." She says "We're already on our train, it was the 11:30 train, so call him and just tell him forget it." She says she'll call later, tell me where she's staying so I can fax her the documents. I ask if she wants me to send her computer. By now she is so petulant that nothing I say will do anything but irritate her, so after her negative response I almost hang up on her.
By the way, it takes 10-15 minutes to get to Union Station. And did I mention that she never told me, and as far as I know never told Edgar, what time her train was?
Finally (cue drum roll) guess whose fault this is?! (cue crashing cymbals crash crash crash crash)? MINE! Bwahahahahahaha!