Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Each time I ask you anything, your tone of voice indicates to me that either I’m asking an assinine question or you just don’t want to be bothered. I must admit that I’m not as adept at using computers as some are, but I DO NOT appreciate being made feel that you feel that my questions are a waste of your time. From now on, I will do my best NOT to ask you any more questions. But I must add that I am not the only one who feels the way I do about your phone manners.
Well I was a little thrown off because I was trying to help the old man and I've been nothing but helpful to everybody in my department, especially on the phone. What I wanted to respond back to him and say was this:
Dear balding greyhaired man, If your tail go on and retire, since you are knocking on the door of 90, then your deceiving eyes won't be playing tricks on you cause it seems to me that you are blind in one eye and can't see out the other one. Yes, you are wasting my time by calling me with that crap that I am tolerating and my patience has worn out on your pettiness. It really doesn't matter if you DO NOT ask me any more questions, that will be less of your elementary drama that I have to deal with. You are beginning to look more and more like an oompa loompa anyway and if anyone else has a problem with me, then they need to take it up with me instead of having you be their little prissy maidservant. God Bless You.
BUT I DIDN'T. I typed up the letter and erased it because I felt that I was bigger than that. I refused to stoop to his level, just because he couldn't get his way. For goodness sake, the man is 84 years old. It's way past the deadline of retirement. I didn't even respond to him, I just kept on smiling and went on about my joyful and blessed day.