As anyone who works in the public sector knows, the public can get a bit obnoxious. Not everyone, mind you, is that way, but there are always a select few that are . . . special. Here's two:
This past Saturday, at Job 3, I had some guy walk in at 8am with a dog he wanted the vet to look at. He had no appointment and the vet had in-house treatments to do. He waited. And while he waited, he talked. And talked. And talked even more. In short, he wouldn't shut up. He started telling me how shady everyone in the valley is, and felt I should know all about his family drama. I'm sorry, but do I have a neon sign above my head that says I'm dying to know all about the estate drama of people I don't know? Didn't think so. But it must say sucker. I was busy with getting the desk set up for myself, pulling the days files, and trying to get things situated. All the while, he was talking about this drama. If I walked away to do something in another room, or the phone rang, he'd stop, and as soon as I was back in the room or off the phone, "So back to what I was saying . . ." I'm pretty sure I was wondering if a fork in the eye would have been more fun.
I this is the first thing Obama and I agree on: Shut up.
I'm pretty sure some of you remember my little story about the gal who finagled my home number and called me at home because she'd forgotten to call the satellite clinic in Sticksville to get her dog his monthly shot. Yes, that did happen. No, I was not a happy camper. And no, I did not call her back. Although my grandmother suggested I call her back at midnight. I called the gal back from work the next day and left a message. (The week prior to this, she'd called the clinic on Thursday for an appointment that day, but I had to remind her the vet is only over here on Wednesdays). My message went something like this, "I got your message last night; just want to remind you that the doctor is only over here on Wednesdays. If your dog needs the shot, I would call Town and make an appointment over there. If you have any questions, please feel free to call me back at work, as this is not something that you need to call my house for." She called back the next Wednesday at 8am asking if she could just come on down. I told her no, I had the doctor in surgery until 10am. Her response? "So come in an hour?"