my day yesterday consisted of impolite and discourteous incidents.
i was calmly sitting at my desk, doing my job, and The Poop Nazi with the mullet waddles out of her office at an alarming rate. usually when she emerges from her office, she toddles slowly, humming showtunes obnoxiously like an idiot, so that everyone is aware of her presence. not yesterday. she came like a midget mullet storm to my desk and growled at me to get out the guest reservation book (no "please" was involved). there was a discrepancy with the rooms, and she sighed heavily, saying "all i do is other people's jobs...this isn't part of MY job description." she was shuffling rooms around and switching people. i kindly pointed out that there were two room reservations with people having the same last name. she continued to pound her fist on the reservation book and scream at me, "BE QUIET L, I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!" i turned away from her with my eyes wide open in shock. i didn't dare say another word. after the problem was solved, she said, "i didn't mean to snap at you, but i knew what i was doing, and you were saying 'no, you're wrong nyah nyah nyah,' and it was frustrating." (the nyah nyah nyah is her mocking me by the way). then she continued, "i have been going nonstop all day from 7 until 1, running around doing everyone else's jobs. i haven't had any time to sit." i was still in shock, so i just said, "ok..." and she walked away. then i almost cried. i mean, she never said "sorry." and it was so rude. and i can't complain to HR because she works directly with the CEO. so i just have to take the unjust treatment with a ginormous grain of salt. but HERE'S THE CLINCHER: after she complained about her horrible, awful hard day of running around and no time to sit...i mean literally 2 minutes after she goes back to her office, i get a CHAIN LETTER E-MAIL from her that's a stupid thing with like pictures of cats holding ice cream cones and hearts and is all "you're a valuable friend, if you know 10 women who are your friend, please forward this e-mail, if i don't get this back, i'll know the truth...blah blahhhh." a chain letter. really?!?! she's sooooo busy, but has time to spend on forwarding useless personal e-mails. needless to say, i didn't send the "friendship e-mail" back.
i go to babysit at 3 pm. S says to me, "i don't want to be nice to you biggest ever dodoo stinkyhead." charming!
S apologized and said, "can i get you a glass of water?" (that's what i calls service!) and then when i tucked him into bed he said, "goodnight i love you L."
The Poop Nazi could learn a lesson or two from the 4-year-old.