Today I headed out to a shop that’s interested in consigning some of my glass work. I jotted down directions from Google as a backup, set out a little early to get a cup of coffee, and set on my way, programming Dave, my trusty GPS after I got my coffee.
Twenty-five minutes later I was at the right address in the wrong town in the middle of the biggest cellular dead spot I’ve ever encountered. Don’t get me wrong, Sutton’s a lovely town, I’ve love to be able to afford to live there. But my T-Mobile phone can’t find a way to shout across the woods. Whatever happened to network roaming?
So here I am, lost, no cell signal so I can’t call my 3 o’clock to say I’ll be late, can’t get online to get some updated directions, and I have no clue where I was. Had I not been so stressed, I could have simply reset my GPS to home to get me back to the highway and followed the written directions (which were also slightly wrong, but would have at least gotten me there eventually), but instead I drove on to find a clear signal.
I apologized for being late, and asked for some help….they didn’t know where I was either, and the church I was outside of doesn’t seem to believe in signs. Well, English ones; all I could find was some Latin carved above the door. Luckily there was someone inside that saw some crazy guy outside in his car pushing buttons and was watching to make sure I wasn’t up to mischief; he was able to give me directions.
Crazy day, but the upside…is to be done in a blog on Thursday.
So Dave, after about 4 years or so of service to the company, I’m giving you 3 months notice. Pack up your stuff, it’s time to go. This isn’t the first time this has happened, Dave. Security will show you to the recycle bin.
In non-related glass news….I’m up to 25 glow in the dark beads, out of 60.