Loooooong day
Jan. 26th, 2005 05:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenIf you ever work in the customer service industry you come to realize that to the customer you are not you, you are the thing you represent. So, for example, if you happen to have worked at Blockbuster at some point in your existance (as you do), you undoubtedly got the hell chewed out of you by the customers for charging them late fees. It is not because the customer hates you personally, it's because they hate Blockbuster and you're the poor sap wearing the polyester blue shirt.
This has basically been my entire day, except for Blockbuster and customers, substitute Doc > me < patients, and all of them are pissed about money. The doc is pissed at the patients for owing him money (which is reasonable) but as he cannot yell at the patients, he yells at me. The patients are pissed that they are being told to pay money for the goods and services they have procured while in this office but because they can't yell at the doc or the insurance company that screwed them over by only covering five cents of a thousand dollar tab, they yell at me.
So I've spent my whole day being yelled at by people who aren't mad at me. I'm going to go out on a limb and call that anti-fun.
In other news, the US education secretary apparently feels that if you have children, you should not expose them to me. So for those of you with kids or even just pregnant, for the love of God please try to avert their eyes and, if pregnant, never ever think thoughts about me, because exposing your children to me carries the great and real danger that your children will be aware that I exist.
This has basically been my entire day, except for Blockbuster and customers, substitute Doc > me < patients, and all of them are pissed about money. The doc is pissed at the patients for owing him money (which is reasonable) but as he cannot yell at the patients, he yells at me. The patients are pissed that they are being told to pay money for the goods and services they have procured while in this office but because they can't yell at the doc or the insurance company that screwed them over by only covering five cents of a thousand dollar tab, they yell at me.
So I've spent my whole day being yelled at by people who aren't mad at me. I'm going to go out on a limb and call that anti-fun.
In other news, the US education secretary apparently feels that if you have children, you should not expose them to me. So for those of you with kids or even just pregnant, for the love of God please try to avert their eyes and, if pregnant, never ever think thoughts about me, because exposing your children to me carries the great and real danger that your children will be aware that I exist.
