I could spit nails!!
My feather’s are ruffled!!
The dr became ill and my hysterectomy was postponed. I was told I was priority! I was told I was on the “unknown complications surgery list”… that one one was ahead of me… and here it is 3 weeks later and I’m still not on the schedule!!
Is my definition priority different than theirs???? Spit Nails!!
My carpet still isn’t here!! I was told 3 weeks.
Today marks 4 weeks!! No reassurin’ phone calls to smooth my feathers.
And… Annnnnnd… I still do not have my bowlin’ shoes that I ordered in April to replace the pair that fell apart! The people at the bowlin’ alley always say, “it’s on back order.”
Really, 5 months??
When I worked with the public, I went out of my way to do my job well… to treat my customers the way I wanted to be treated.
Sure, I sometimes was overwhelmed and forgot some things but I always made it right.
I paid for people’s bills from my pocket! When the town flooded and a woman lost all her stuff and one of her dogs died while in my care… a really old dog… a good Samaritan paid most of her bill.
I drove to houses and picked up old ladies’ dog becuz they were too old to drive… even though they had family that lived in the same town!! I did it.
When I worked as a clerk in a convenience store, a young woman needed milk for her kids. I paid for it. I had two kids and I know what it’s like to down and out.
I’ve called clients when they were hospitalized, hugged the longtime client’s spouse after a funeral, called to say Fluffy came thru surgery with flyin’ colors, and I’ve pumped gas for old ladies that never have done it.
Does that sound like a heartless uncarin’ bitch? I was recently called that. I’ll own the bitch part… I have my moments but uncarin’??
Where’s the work ethics?
Where’s the compassion?
Where’s my carpet??