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Jan. 28th, 2009 10:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gemsybobsyLast night, the headmistress of the school approached me while I was hoovering.
Her: Is that your van out the front? *reads registration out*
Me: *interrupts* The K9 Capers one? Yep, do you need me to move it?
Her: I've solved the problem now, but you did block me in. I've been here an hour and I'm late picking up my daughter. I have a young child so you can understand how upset I was.
Me: Oh, okay, I'm sorry! I won't park there again.
Her: No okay, but what I'm saying to you is that I have been here an hour and I'm now *looks at watch* an HOUR late, picking up my daughter.
Me: Okay, I understand, I'm very sorry. Do you need me to move it now for you anyway?
Her: No I've moved it.
Me: o_O You had it moved?
Her: No, I got someone else to move their car.
Me: Riiight. Okay, no problem, I won't park there again.
Her: But you understand why? I'm late picking my daughter up.
Me: Er, yes, okay, I said I'm sorry.
Her: It's just that when you have young children, an hour is a long time to leave them somewhere. Of course I don't expect you to understand that.
Me: ...
Her: I didn't know whose van it was! I was ringing K9Capers, I rang the police... But if you could just leave your registration at the office, we'll know in future. I can't risk being blocked in when I've got a young child...
Me: *angry by now* ALRIGHT. NO. PROBLEM. I just need to explain though, that I only parked there because it's 6:30, and Paul said to park at the front if I'm here late. Usually if I'm here at 3pm when people are about, and Paul's here, I'll park out the back.
Her: How do you get in and out of the back?
Me: Paul lets me through the gate.
Her: Paul's off sick at the moment.
Me: Oh right, okay. *thinking 'this is relevant, why?'*
Her: Well, if you could maybe reverse in, so that others can get in? If you're not confident about parking, you can park over at the Abbey.
Me: ...
Her: I'm an hour late for picking up my daughter... who are K9 Capers anyway? I left messages on their answerphone.
Me: Yes, yes, yes, I understand that. It's my dog walking business. It won't happen again. I'm very sorry.
Her: Okay. *walks away*
I'm so stunned and pissed off that I burst into tears as soon as she's gone. Then she fucking comes back:
Her: Excuse me, excuse me, I just want to ask - While Paul's away, is there something we can put down the toilets?
Me: What do you mean, down the toilets?
Her: A chemical, or something? I'll show you the toilets.
Me: Okay.
Her: How many hours do you do here of an evening?
Me: Three.
Her: *stares at me*
Me: ...
Her: I'm sorry, how many hours?
Me: THREE. HOURS.
Her: Oh right. Maybe you could leave some of the hoovering and do some more... Anyway, these toilets. *indicates same bogs I've been cleaning for the past month*
Me: Yep, okay. What is it you need for them?
Her: Well can we put something down them? I've had to keep the door shut because of the smell. Any air freshener, or...?
Me: Yes, I can probably get you some air freshener! Of course, they'll probably smell better after I've cleaned them.
Her: ...
Me: ...
Her: Oh! Do you normally clean these toilets?
Me: Yes. I clean ALL the toilets.
Her: OH I SEE! Okay!
Me: *walks away without another word*
Her: *to my retreating back* So if you'll remember about the parking...
Where did I earn all this damn respect I get on daily basis?! So she managed to get out by moving someone else's car, so I COULDN'T have blocked her in that badly. I reckon she just saw a van she didn't recognise and freaked. How she didn't notice a bloody great dog van loitering about her school for the past month is beyond me... nevertheless, she didn't recognise the vehicle. Fair enough. But. The first thing I would do is think to myself, "Hark! Is that a vacuum cleaner I hear? Maybe it's the cleaner's van!" and go and ask, instead of faffing for 'an hour' ringing the damn police. And my last point, in my sanity, is this: If you're already an hour late picking up your child, how do you have enough time to stand there giving me grief and then banging on about the bogs?
Ithankyou. My logic and I are here all week. Finally I leave you with a picture of the Hundwagen in situ (lights on), I'm sure you'll agree that it's in line with the other car, and not at all blocking the road.
Mental.
Her: Is that your van out the front? *reads registration out*
Me: *interrupts* The K9 Capers one? Yep, do you need me to move it?
Her: I've solved the problem now, but you did block me in. I've been here an hour and I'm late picking up my daughter. I have a young child so you can understand how upset I was.
Me: Oh, okay, I'm sorry! I won't park there again.
Her: No okay, but what I'm saying to you is that I have been here an hour and I'm now *looks at watch* an HOUR late, picking up my daughter.
Me: Okay, I understand, I'm very sorry. Do you need me to move it now for you anyway?
Her: No I've moved it.
Me: o_O You had it moved?
Her: No, I got someone else to move their car.
Me: Riiight. Okay, no problem, I won't park there again.
Her: But you understand why? I'm late picking my daughter up.
Me: Er, yes, okay, I said I'm sorry.
Her: It's just that when you have young children, an hour is a long time to leave them somewhere. Of course I don't expect you to understand that.
Me: ...
Her: I didn't know whose van it was! I was ringing K9Capers, I rang the police... But if you could just leave your registration at the office, we'll know in future. I can't risk being blocked in when I've got a young child...
Me: *angry by now* ALRIGHT. NO. PROBLEM. I just need to explain though, that I only parked there because it's 6:30, and Paul said to park at the front if I'm here late. Usually if I'm here at 3pm when people are about, and Paul's here, I'll park out the back.
Her: How do you get in and out of the back?
Me: Paul lets me through the gate.
Her: Paul's off sick at the moment.
Me: Oh right, okay. *thinking 'this is relevant, why?'*
Her: Well, if you could maybe reverse in, so that others can get in? If you're not confident about parking, you can park over at the Abbey.
Me: ...
Her: I'm an hour late for picking up my daughter... who are K9 Capers anyway? I left messages on their answerphone.
Me: Yes, yes, yes, I understand that. It's my dog walking business. It won't happen again. I'm very sorry.
Her: Okay. *walks away*
I'm so stunned and pissed off that I burst into tears as soon as she's gone. Then she fucking comes back:
Her: Excuse me, excuse me, I just want to ask - While Paul's away, is there something we can put down the toilets?
Me: What do you mean, down the toilets?
Her: A chemical, or something? I'll show you the toilets.
Me: Okay.
Her: How many hours do you do here of an evening?
Me: Three.
Her: *stares at me*
Me: ...
Her: I'm sorry, how many hours?
Me: THREE. HOURS.
Her: Oh right. Maybe you could leave some of the hoovering and do some more... Anyway, these toilets. *indicates same bogs I've been cleaning for the past month*
Me: Yep, okay. What is it you need for them?
Her: Well can we put something down them? I've had to keep the door shut because of the smell. Any air freshener, or...?
Me: Yes, I can probably get you some air freshener! Of course, they'll probably smell better after I've cleaned them.
Her: ...
Me: ...
Her: Oh! Do you normally clean these toilets?
Me: Yes. I clean ALL the toilets.
Her: OH I SEE! Okay!
Me: *walks away without another word*
Her: *to my retreating back* So if you'll remember about the parking...
Where did I earn all this damn respect I get on daily basis?! So she managed to get out by moving someone else's car, so I COULDN'T have blocked her in that badly. I reckon she just saw a van she didn't recognise and freaked. How she didn't notice a bloody great dog van loitering about her school for the past month is beyond me... nevertheless, she didn't recognise the vehicle. Fair enough. But. The first thing I would do is think to myself, "Hark! Is that a vacuum cleaner I hear? Maybe it's the cleaner's van!" and go and ask, instead of faffing for 'an hour' ringing the damn police. And my last point, in my sanity, is this: If you're already an hour late picking up your child, how do you have enough time to stand there giving me grief and then banging on about the bogs?
Ithankyou. My logic and I are here all week. Finally I leave you with a picture of the Hundwagen in situ (lights on), I'm sure you'll agree that it's in line with the other car, and not at all blocking the road.
Mental.
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Date: 2009-01-28 10:56 am (UTC)What the hell is the whole going on about the hour thing while she wastes how long talking dribble to you?
Natural selection has failed.
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Date: 2009-01-28 10:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-28 11:09 am (UTC)People suck.
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Date: 2009-01-28 11:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-28 11:27 am (UTC)why have a go at you when shes late!? its not your fault good lord i hope you are alright my dear!
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Date: 2009-01-28 11:37 am (UTC)"Her: Excuse me, excuse me, I just want to ask - While Paul's away, is there something we can put down the toilets?"
It would be quite fitting to flush her head down the toilet, I think. A missed opportunity!
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Date: 2009-01-28 12:11 pm (UTC)And does she have to remind you what your fucking job is?
FFS I don't know what's going on in some people's heads.
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Date: 2009-01-28 01:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-28 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-28 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-29 10:30 am (UTC)They come back crawling lol.
CUNTS.
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Date: 2009-01-29 03:50 am (UTC)Lynz
xxx
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Date: 2009-01-29 11:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-29 10:38 pm (UTC)E.G; today the housemistress came into the staff room while I was between shifts [I have an hour to kill so read a book in the staff room] and said "why isnt your hair tied up"
Me; "my shift doesnt start for another 45 mins"
Her; "but youre going to work in the servery when you start work so why isnt your hair tied up?"
Me; "im on my break, I didnt think I needed my hair tied up in the staff room"
Her; "You dont, but why isnt it tied up ready for your shift"
etc etc . it takes me 2 seconds to tie my hair up I really dont understand what her problem was . fail
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Date: 2009-01-29 11:31 pm (UTC)