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Despite the craziness of work yesterday, I did not have my headache.
But this morning, shortly after waking, it returned. I feel spinny, my head hurts, and I'm acting all muddled and confused. I find myself leaning forward onto my hands, closing my eyes and slipping into neutral more and more. I have initiated project Advil Extra Strength and am living in hopes that today will be a slow, relaxing work day. I haven't had one of those in weeks.
The downstairs neighbour's cat is in heat. It screams its lust-filled agony whenever it hears a noise. I love cats, but I don't miss having queens in heat. I suspect that if there is a hell, one of the chambers is filled with horny cats.
I tried focusing on birds while walking to work. It's a gorgeous day out there, and the birds are all doing their mating songs and dances. Pigeons were spin-dancing in the eaves, cooing and warbling at one another. I kept hearing birds sing like rusty swingsets in the trees, and a crow laughed Ha-ha-ha at me. The sun is so bright and the morning so clear that it made my head hurt more, but there's only so much walking I can do with my eyes closed. There may not be much traffic on Sunday mornings, but springtime is the bringer of fossilized dog shits, and I don't want to step in one of those.
Yesterday, I had the most annoying customer I've ever had in all my time working here. He started off as just one of those over-talkative types--the sort who goes into far more detail than I need to know in order to book a room. But as the call progressed, I realized he was just jerking my chain. He had no intention of booking, or of really doing anything but taking up as much of my time as he possibly could. At one point, he requested a brochure for a hotel. When I asked for his name and address, he started doing this:
"My name is James Smith. That's spelled J, as in the letter after I and before K, A, as in before B, M, as in the letter after L and before N...."
For the first time ever, I was curt and rude with a customer. I cut him off in the middle of his spelling. "Sir, I know my alphabet. Please just give me the rest of your address so I can help other customers."
He tried doing the same thing with the street address: "I live at 6527 Mulberry Court. That's 6, as in the number after 5 and before 7...."
Jesus Christ.
When the next call came in, it was for the same hotel, and for a moment, I was afraid it was the same asshole, determined to continue my hell.
So what motivates someone like this guy? He wasn't a kid, so I don't think he was pranking me. He seemed desperate to stay on the line. Was he crazy? Lonely? I really don't get it.
But this morning, shortly after waking, it returned. I feel spinny, my head hurts, and I'm acting all muddled and confused. I find myself leaning forward onto my hands, closing my eyes and slipping into neutral more and more. I have initiated project Advil Extra Strength and am living in hopes that today will be a slow, relaxing work day. I haven't had one of those in weeks.
The downstairs neighbour's cat is in heat. It screams its lust-filled agony whenever it hears a noise. I love cats, but I don't miss having queens in heat. I suspect that if there is a hell, one of the chambers is filled with horny cats.
I tried focusing on birds while walking to work. It's a gorgeous day out there, and the birds are all doing their mating songs and dances. Pigeons were spin-dancing in the eaves, cooing and warbling at one another. I kept hearing birds sing like rusty swingsets in the trees, and a crow laughed Ha-ha-ha at me. The sun is so bright and the morning so clear that it made my head hurt more, but there's only so much walking I can do with my eyes closed. There may not be much traffic on Sunday mornings, but springtime is the bringer of fossilized dog shits, and I don't want to step in one of those.
Yesterday, I had the most annoying customer I've ever had in all my time working here. He started off as just one of those over-talkative types--the sort who goes into far more detail than I need to know in order to book a room. But as the call progressed, I realized he was just jerking my chain. He had no intention of booking, or of really doing anything but taking up as much of my time as he possibly could. At one point, he requested a brochure for a hotel. When I asked for his name and address, he started doing this:
"My name is James Smith. That's spelled J, as in the letter after I and before K, A, as in before B, M, as in the letter after L and before N...."
For the first time ever, I was curt and rude with a customer. I cut him off in the middle of his spelling. "Sir, I know my alphabet. Please just give me the rest of your address so I can help other customers."
He tried doing the same thing with the street address: "I live at 6527 Mulberry Court. That's 6, as in the number after 5 and before 7...."
Jesus Christ.
When the next call came in, it was for the same hotel, and for a moment, I was afraid it was the same asshole, determined to continue my hell.
So what motivates someone like this guy? He wasn't a kid, so I don't think he was pranking me. He seemed desperate to stay on the line. Was he crazy? Lonely? I really don't get it.
