The red rose whispers of passion, and the white rose breathes of love.
“Yes, Sir, was just spending extra time with my grandpa, He’s getting old and I worry” Well its True! He is getting old..
“Well, I cant deny someone taking time to help their elders, those are the kind of people we need here anyway! 80% of our clients are elders you know? Don’t you?” Um.. Yes.. I do.. thats why I uses the excuse.. Duh!
“Really sir? I thought everyone needed out help?”
“Don’t get smart young lady! Customer service is our job, we help those who call and those who pick up the phone! So lets get to it huh? Huh? Lets go!”
“yes SIR” this guy hurts my head.
I wonder if his parents loved him too much, or not enough? I mean, either he’s trying to impress them or show them up, one of the two I swear. Then again, maybe like me, his parent haven’t been around to impress or embarrass. Maybe he’s learned all his antics from watching T.V.? Nah, must be that silly manager school or some shit, I know he’s got a certificate of something up on his wall in his office. Dweebnose gets paid plenty I’m sure, yet still never learned to dress. Of course that could be a sign that his mother still dresses him, or maybe his wife? Guess I never cared to know if he was married or not. “Ugh” the things you think about when at work, and only eight more hours to go.
“Yes, Ma’m, uh huh.. thats correct, your address goes on the line that says address, No.. you don’t have to write in cursive. Please Print, yep.. uh huh with a pen.”
Oh come on lady, work with me here. I hope the whole day isn’t like this. They act like they’ve never filled out forms before in their whole existence.
“Yep, thats right Ma’m, just mail it to the address at the bottom of the form. No, nope, you will have to place the form in an envelope.”
Where’s that coffee cart? This is gonna be a long day. First customer I get and this is what I get. It’s gonna take another 15 minutes just to explain what info to put on the envelope and then I’ll still have to tell her to put a stamp on the damn thing. Really? Really this is what I get paid for? I must be out of my mind. Plum near stupid I think.
“Yes, Ma’m thats correct.. No sorry ma’m I’m not sure when the post office closes in your area, you’ll have to call information. M’am.. that number is usually 4-1-1″
Oh boy.. I’m gonna need an early lunch and an extra 15 minute for this garbage.
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