And I admit that I used words that would make my mother blush when I received the email from said client this morning informing me that the delay was due to them not being able to open the attachment which contained my invoice. THREE WEEKS AGO. So, let me get this straight. You could not open the attached invoice THREE WEEKS AGO so you then decided that rather than calling me, or emailing me, or faxing me, or sending a damn homing pigeon, you would instead IGNORE the submitted invoice.
Until. I. Asked. About. It.
What would you have done if I had never followed up? Never paid? Considered the 54 baskets a gift from the kindness of my bleeding heart?
Okay, well here's my new delivery process on your baskets. I'll deliver them, not when you place your order, but once you call and ask where the hell they are. How does that work for ya?
Did I mention that I have about 45 cents to my name which is only about $1,299.55 cents short of what I need in the next 48 hours to get my house ready for the market. I didn't? Well, now you know why I'm shoving a pencil through my eye right now.