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DeLays- Bet you can't have just one!
I got two things confirmed today that I've been waiting on quite awhile. I knew that both would work out, eventually, but it's nice to end this week knowing that both of these have been brought safely into the barn.

And both involve la hija.

As I mentioned at the time it happened, Emily's move out to Palmyra came about when she got her first Real Job with a client of ours based there. The business franchises all of the Subway restaurants in Upstate New York from there to here and points south, and it was one of their two owners who did the interviewing, hiring and on-the-job training and supervising when Em came to work there. That owner is leaving the company; I've known about it for some time, but was under strict rules about not telling Emily about it until the time was right. It helped that I knew some other things: Em is very highly thought of out there, by both C, the one who's leaving, and the other owner, who was told some time before this week. I was also able to tell Eleanor enough about it so that, if she wound up getting a panicked Daughter Call, she could assure Emily that she'd likely be okay, and indeed will likely benefit from added responsibility and training for the new work (C's not actually leaving until that's been done).

That call never came; I was even expecting it, since I knew, or thought I knew, that everyone at her office had been told by earlier this week. Finally, I wound up asking Em about it today, and, yes, she's fine with it, but she'd just been told earlier today. I suspect C assumed I would've told her and thus saved her for last. Sorry, but I'm stupid that way with client confidences.

So it's all good, and it should help with her resume, her self-esteem and probably her paycheck. Which is good, because her student loan bills have just come a-callin'; they're a bit more than mine were 30 years ago, but a lot less than they're going to be for me for the next ten. We're dealing with them fine, and I'm confident she will, too.


Today also brought closure on a day off (or two) that she and I will need to take in a little over two months.

It occurred to me earlier this week that I'd never received a confirming email containing my tickets for the February Billy Joel show at Madison Square Garden. It had taken much computer-fighting, and then repeated calls to Ticketmonster, to get two seats at that venue, and we'd left it that I would get the tickets emailed after December 1st.  Eventually I remembered that, and went back to the dialing today to find out where they were.

Answer: in Email Hell.

Once again, they found my confirmation number through the automated phone system, but it took a human being to produce the actual tickets. This time, I got a better one than the human who handled it the last time.  It turned out that my order still had a totally incorrect email address on it- as in somebody else's. They'd mentioned that the last time; believe it or not (and I do, but with trouble), Ticketmaster recycles confirmation numbers. I can only pray they're recycled from Long Ago, so hopefully the poor schnook at mijabbel3940 at something_not_me.com won't be disappointed to learn that his Billy Joel tickets just got canceled.

I then asked if they had my ACTUAL email address, which I'd confirmed with them repeatedly the last time, or at least thought I had. Yes, he said, that did appear on another screen. And they had the part before the @ sign just right, which is what I'd asked them to repeat four times. I did NOT expect that they would've screwed up the rest of the email address (I'd given them my work one), and today's agent was as surprised as I was to see it on his screen as


Yup. One of the biggest email providers in the country, misspelled and with the wrong punctuation. Once that was finally fixed, we waited a good 10 minutes on the phone for the email to go through, and it still didn't.... agents don't send the actual emails, but get a screen saying when they will be sent. When it said 20 minutes or less, we said goodbye.

Did they show up within 20 minutes? Of course not- but after all this, what was the other hour or so before my phone finally dinged and my Outlook eventually produced?


Believe me, I have followed those instructions. I've obscured the confirmation number but not the seat numbers, so if by chance you're there, look for Emily and me over to the left of the stage:)

Hopefully, getting there, getting through it and getting home will all go more smoothly than this has.
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yesididit From: yesididit Date: December 6th, 2014 02:38 am (UTC) (Link)
young as i am, i'd enjoy seeing billy joel in concert. i know my mother would LOVE the chance. pity they made it so hard for you to purchase/confirm! its not a minor purchase!
captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: December 6th, 2014 07:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm 15 years or so younger than he is, grew up two towns over, and somehow have never managed to see him (other than when I was six). Legend has it that "Eddie" of the "Brenda and Eddie" reference in "Scenes from an Italian Restaurant" was an art teacher at my high school. He would've been the right age. Maybe someday I'll get to ask him.
thanatos_kalos From: thanatos_kalos Date: December 6th, 2014 01:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hooray for the tickets *finally* coming through! And enjoy-- he's amazing. :)
captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: December 6th, 2014 07:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
Speaking of things on the way.... email me your current addy, pls.

I want to send you the fillum we watched last night. It's called Footnote, and it's a lovely sendup of higher academia. Talmud scholars, of all things, with some interesting filming techniques and a bizarre yet wonderful soundtrack underneath it.
thanatos_kalos From: thanatos_kalos Date: December 6th, 2014 08:14 pm (UTC) (Link)
I doubt I'm going to be here long enough for it to arrive-- begging my relatives for plane tix at the end of the month because I can't pay rent for another month here. :( I'll let you know where I end up.
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