Everytime I connect with a customer service department.
I am bracing for the worst and hoping for the best.
After I punch in my account number and answer questions that are predetermined.
I am bracing for the worst and hoping for the best.
When I go to the Walmart on a Sunday afternoon at 2 p.m.
And see that the back lot may be my only option.
I am bracing for the worst and hoping for the best.
When I have to squeeze a million things in to the day.
And the nurse's office at school calls to tell me my child does not feel well.
I am bracing for the worst and hoping for the best.
Who am I?
I am a past homeowner.
I am a woman who had to do most of the legwork on her own to get her house sold.
I am a woman who should have made a better decision in a real estate adviser.
But I made the wrong choice.
And now I am jaded.
But willing to try again.
When I call to connect with you, please pick up your phone.
Please answer my questions if I ask you in a courteous manner. To you they may be rudimentary, to me they are not.
Please don't balk at my price range...if it's not possible, please tell me, or better yet, show me why.
I want to believe that you can help me.
I am bracing for the worst, hoping for the best.
I am a bleary-eyed, ever hopeful, yet skeptical, consumer.