Okay, so I have officially nutted up on 3 groups today: The March of Dimes (I love them by the way), Cotton States Insurance and Wachovia. My pregnancy hormones have fully kicked in and I have no filter between my brain and my mouth. My husband, Jim is officially mortified by my behavior.
It all started last week when the phone began ringing four to five times per day from the March of Dimes. I love babies so, therefore, I love the March of Dimes. I contribute to them financially every year. They call repeatedly asking us to mail out their letters to our neighbors. We've politely said no in the past but that doesn't matter to them. After the eleventh call in two days, I answered today and nutted up. I think the calls will stop now.
Then, I tripped out on my insurance co-agent. After calling them three times (on two different days in two different weeks) with no answer, I finally left a message asking if they were still in business, what their hours were and when I could speak with someone. Jim has been friends with our agent since childhood and was appalled by my message. I finally got a call back today and explained to them that I feel that since we have 3 houses and 3 cars with them, I feel like I should get better customer service.
And finally, Wachovia has been calling our house incessantly asking how our experience was at their branch last week, if they can sell us insurance and would we like to sign up for their savings plan. Fine. No and hell no. After a sassy response asking them to quit calling three to four times per day, I hope I solved that problem too.
So, to sum things up, if you haven't experienced pregnancy hormones before - let me say this - you'll be in shock at the little things that will set you off and how quickly you'll let someone know about it.
Jim is just ready for things to return to normal. Will that ever happen?
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