ChezGigi

Fractured Fallacies of a Finagling Fact Finder and Obfuscating Humorist

Welcome to ChezGigi.com!

  • Subscribe to the site and I promise never to reveal your personal info to anyone. Unless your mom calls and says she hasn't heard from you in three weeks. Then, you're on your own. You should call your mom. Write your name and email and we can be BFFs.  Blog Friends Forever.

  • Aenean et nibh rutrum, faucibus sapien non, placerat lectus.
 
 

A Woman's Guide To The Universe

To Speak With St Peter, Please Remain On The Line. You Are Caller Number 3,467,895

To speak with St Peter, please remain on the line for an eternity.

Like everybody else, I think about what would happen if I had to speak with St Peter every time I have to call customer service for ANY company, anywhere.

No? Is that just me?

Telephone menu hell is even connected to Heaven, which sounds contradictory, and probably is. Yesterday for instance, I saw a city vehicle blocking a handicapped ramp. I mean, blocking  it.  And get this, it was a 911 emergency Marshal’s car!

He was in the gym, or the bathroom or something. In the time I waited in my truck, to see if he’d come out, he never did. His lights weren’t flashing, there were no other emergency vehicles, so he was just parked there for convenience.

I tried to call code enforcement, which sent me to parking enforcement, which sent me to a voice mail.  I tried to call the marshal’s office, which told me they were federal, and the guilty party was probably city. Okay, then.

Segueing gracefully, I have half full journals from different eras in my life. I’ll read them occasionally, and it’s amazing how much my life hasn’t changed.

I still hate traffic, I’m still in love with the same guy (I’m just not obsessing about him because I’ve got him), and I’m still trying to lose weight.

(Where is the journal that says I’ve lost all the weight I want and look absolutely perfect?).

I still have the same habits, with the exception of a few, that I vow to give up, or there are aspects of my shabby character that I’m determined to improve.

to speak with st peter on chezgigi.com

For instance, waking up in a better, more energized mood every day. (I think I’m gonna need a bigger journal.)

Maybe that’s why I eventually lose interest in keeping a journal.

I’m a natural ham, so I like to write as if there’s someone reading what I’m writing. A journal is supposed to be private. And someone is going to get hold of it one day, unless I burn it just before I die:

“Hey, wait! Don’t bury me yet! I’ve gotta burn some old journals! Yeah, they’re hidden under my underwear, and I wrote stuff about’, cough, cough, ‘you….’

My journals could have been written yesterday. I still meet the same insane kinds of people; I still hate snotty clerks, and I hate being kept on hold on almost every freaking phone call I ever make to any store or agency anywhere, after weaving my way for hours through a menu of phone choices that lead back, where?

To the main menu.

These customer service menus will one day lead us to the answers to all the questions we’ve ever had about the universe, but you’ll forget the choices you heard, and will keep having to hang up and start over, because you pressed the wrong button.

You’ll eventually be on hold for Heaven, waiting to speak with St Peter and ask a few questions of the man.

Like, will there be french fries and pizza after we get there, and can we eat them without gaining weight? Just go to the FAQ section of Heaven.org to get the answers to many basic questions, and quit wasting his time and yours.

st peter on the line on ChezGigi.com

Be prepared to resist temptation up there, because the walk to your Final Destination will be lined with boutiques and restaurants just like the ones you have to stroll by before you finally reach the rides in Disneyland. These stores carry overpriced wings, robes, rope sandals, harps, and snow globes with tiny replicas of the Pearly Gates.

(Save your money. You will have to carry these things for a LONG time.)

The mellifluous voice of an angel at the Heavenly Switchboard will tell you, while you’re clutching the phone, or driving with a Bluetooth hooked over your ear:

“Our menu choices have changed in the last five hundred years, so please listen carefully; If you committed many small sins but never murder, Press One. If you told your best friend that moving to Paris for that great new job at a fashion magazine and marrying that sexy, rich Frenchman who was madly in love with her, was a big mistake, Press Two.  If you want to be reincarnated, Press Three. If you’re a Baptist, Press Four. If you’re a Catholic, Press Five. If you lied on your income tax returns, but don’t think you’re a liar, because this is money you earned, dammit, and the government gave money away in the gazillions to everyone you hate, Press Six. If you think you are now in Hell and not really on hold for the Big Guy, Press 0 to be connected to an Operator.

And, if this is Gigi, and you took a pen and paper clips from the office now and then, even if you FULLY INTENDED to return them, please remain on the line. St. Peter wishes to speak with you personally.”

Eventually, you will be given a survey at the end of the call, to determine if heavenly customer service met all your needs.

‘Were you satisfied, somewhat satisfied, very satisfied, but think service could be improved because you waited an ETERNITY on hold? Was heavenly personnel helpful, somewhat helpful, very helpful, or devilishly incompetent? Were the facilities clean, but the graffiti was lacking in profanities?’

This survey will never end, and is known as the long, slow escalator to hell.

 

Comments

  1. WOLFMAN says

    You did it again Darling. Although I’m thinking it’s going to be an express elevator to H E L L. Probably just for me I pray you will come down and visit me at the end of our time.

4 Comments

  1. Ah yes. The bank has fewer choices than heaven but – they are all in Spanish! And run far too fast for my competence. Does the heavenly switchboard have automatic translation services? Need to be prepared, you know.

  2. William Jennings

    Ya’ know there’s an old statement that sez something like, “Good humorous writing always has an element of truth”. Well, this Post is absolutely hysterical! A perfect example.

    Note to Google: In response to inquiry of Funniest Writing Examples, just put “See Chezgigi.com.”

    • gigi wolf

      Thank you, Will! I wrote it after a particularly grueling time on the phone for something. I don’t even remember.

      This is no doubt why people like
      Twitter so much.

      I’m ready for your efforts at any moment….?

    • gigi wolf

      Thanks, Will! Maybe they’ll read your note, and we’ll all be rich and famous!

Leave a Reply

Theme by Anders Norén