I told myself that I would leave the UPS notice alone but, of course, I had to track the piano down. It’s at a hub that is closed on weekends. I tried everything short of bribing the worker who was hinting that he could, maybe, get to the box. But I am by myself today and I’m not sure the tip would have been worth being unable to lift or transport it.
It would have been nice if Guy had worked around the overtime, but 1. I have not allowed him to comprehend the importance of such a thing and 2. Hello, a full day of overtime. There is the Working World and there is What I Want. We have been exchanging some harsh words as of late.
Scott, a difficult man and manager, understood rather well. If it has anything to do with culture or class, you bring out his gentleman side. He says I can wait around all day for it to show up, Monday. We both know that UPS is Disappointing and that a piano is necessary.
I’m just waiting to say hello. There is so much about it that I don’t know, yet. It’s digital, has USB and SD ports, is dark brown in color. Comes with a bench and headphones. The simple idea is so exciting. I will be happy as long as it sounds good; I really don’t care about the synth aspect or transposition or anything like that. I just want to hear some brilliance and see if the piano resonates anything like reviews claim. I wonder if the keys are lighter or heavy. I wonder if they will have a ting, ting plastic clank against what short nails I manage to keep. And I have to figure out where it’s going to stay, in the beginning. I hope that it has not been damaged. I hope that it plugs in.
I need to get ready. It would be rude to have these dishes still in the sink. It might not care, then again it may be offended.
I hope it likes me.