I work at a botanical garden. There’s a gallery there. I’m at the front desk. Some people want to stand there and talk to me like I’m Lucy from Charlie Brown. They think that the only thing I do all day is count people (actually I do count them). I hate them (except for the ones I don’t hate). Would somebody tell these people that I work there? My desk has a high back extending up from the flat part — like a shelf — so the public can’t see me fiddling around underneath it – maybe that’s it.
Two days ago I fucking wrote the blog post for our website; today I composed some ‘thanks but no thanks’ correspondence; I looked over the artist database that I created for edits; I ate 15 girl scout cookies; I mailed 30 brochures; I ordered lunch for the sun room project committee, &c, &c, &c. And finally, my proudest moment, I explained some of the art in the gallery to some kids in a real loud and authoritative voice because I didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about.
The rat bastards who come in to chat (excepting ones I like) because they’re needy and self-centered – get a goddamned life! In the name of Zeus I did! This guy comes in and talky talky talky blah blah blah he says. I finally say, ‘Ooookay, now, well, I hope you enjoy the rest of your day now. Nice seeing you now, there.’ Frank Fucker doesn’t get it, so I say, ‘Ooookaaaaaayyy now there, I’ve got to get back to my work now…so, I’d better…” This guy looks down at the menu that I was trying to order from for the meeting and points, saying, ‘You’re not working – that’s a menu.’ I read ‘How to Win Friends and Influence People’ so I didn’t bludgeon him with the stapler. How dare you, Frank Fucker??!! How DARE you???!!!
First things first- what kind of girl scout cookies?
Oh girl — the butter cookies and the chocolate stripped ones!!! Next to cake, cookies are my favorite food!
What the hell are those things called? Trefoils and Doe See Doe dee do or something kooky like that… My daughter and I would run little girls in green over for the thin mints. DO NOT get between a woman and her girl scout cookies. That’s fair warning.
Hey Jessica — to answer your question about the name of the cookies I’m not sure. I didn’t buy them. I can’t be trusted to buy those cookies as I would inhale them. My boss had bought them. Now as for thin mints I think they’re the all time favorite — true that, you can’t get between a woman and her think mints!
think mints indeed!
Oh shit I meant, THIN mints — how could I screw up the name of a cookie — blaspheme!
no way, I’m going with think mints! I’m very disappointed in the girl scouts for not naming them properly in the first place. Think mints is inspired!
I deal with the public also, so I know how self absorbed people can be. They act like its all about them when you have other self absorbed people to attend to.You could be on the phone attending to some other self absorbed client and they will rudely start talking to you while your handling some other business.
Nanzilla!! You came to visit me!! Yeah, I know you can relate to this post for sure!
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I gotta say thanks again Carla own my site — how sweet!
Haha — I’m not drunk — I meant — ON my site!
Yeah Jessica — I’ll back that name for thin mints — we could all use a little ‘think’ in our mints!
This is when I love being an accountant. I can sit back and not answer my phone or answer it, whatever. I can also disappear into my office and have very little human contact.
My fantasy to be able to do that! I should have done better in math so I could have been an accountant, but I have always dreamed of being a hermit writer in the woods…