Thursday, September 29, 2005

My night with FEMA

Since my landlord expects me to pay rent on my New Orleans house, and I'll soon have to find another place to live while waiting to return to New Orleans, I decided to contact FEMA to find out why I haven't received the rent money that other people are getting. It would be particularly useful if I'm having to rent two places at once. All week, when I've called during the day, I'm immediately disconnected--call another time they say. Try the middle of the night. So, early this morning, after waking up and not being able to get back to sleep, I decided to call them. The computers are down. They can't tell me anything. Call back in an hour. I call back in an hour. The computers are down. They can't tell me anything. Call back in an hour.

"That's what I was told an hour ago," I say.

"Try in the morning," the woman now tells me.

"That's when they say to call in the middle of the night."

The woman then emitted the sounds of a Charlie Brown adult, and I hung up.

1 comment:

Josh Russell said...

Oh for goodness sake, they're really going to do it, aren't they? They're going to turn NO into a theme park. Ken, did you not think it was proof, once and for all, that Michael "My Little Pony" Brown was not qualified for his job when he testified that he did not know that "Louisiana was disfunctional"? Has he been living on the moon his entire life? Yeesh, even from the moon you can see how wonderfully and hiediously disfunctional Louisiana is. Keep the faith.