Seriously, if I am, someone leave a comment and let me know. Because at the moment I don't know what to think.
At 7:30 this morning (remember - for those international folks reading - it's the morning after Halloween, traditionally a stay-up-all-night kind of holiday), the phone rang. I did not answer. After about ten rings, the answering machine picked up (we've got it set to not pick up right away 'cause I move kinda slow), and it was a message from the hub's shop to come in and do an inspection. The hub was still out - at a party at the neighbor's. And remember, I get migraines from lack of sleep or interrupted sleep. Sleep interrupted by things like, say, people calling my house and letting the phone ring ten times at seven thirty in the morning.
My thinking was, 1. They have his cell phone number, and 2. Nothing was on fire, melting down, or otherwise threatened with serious damage or loss of life.
I attempted to go back to sleep. The phone rang again. Ten times. They hung up before leaving a message.
Then the phone rang again.
About five phone calls into this - the Goob had been awakened by now - I picked up the phone and yelled "I DO NOT KNOW WHO YOU ARE, CALLING ANYONE AT SEVEN THIRTY IN THE MORNING AND LETTING THE PHONE RING OFF THE HOOK IS LEGALLY HARASSMENT." and hung up. The phone rang again instantly, and kept ringing.
Then the hub got a call on his cell phone - see, they had his cell phone number - and was told by a really pissed off person that he had a direct order to be at his desk in one hour or be run up the chain of command for who-knows-what. Probably having a bitch wife. I'm betting there's some regulation in there somewhere about controlling your spouse.
He called his chief, who caught a lot of this shit that was rolling down hill, but the bottom line is, they BOTH had to go into work at eight on the Saturday after Halloween, to do a routine inspection. (Not put out a fire, or scramble a reactor, or otherwise deal with an emergency. If it had been an emergency I'd have done what I could to help, like tell them where he was, and call him on his cell myself.)
I've got my full-on migraine back and am drugged to the gills. So again, I'm not claiming to be reasonable here.
Now. Is it me, or is this behavior not only TOTALLY unprofessional, but illegal - as harassment - in any and all states and probably under federal statutes? Not to mention utterly juvenile and on par with a twelve year old in a snit?