elizagirl

holy CRAP was that a bad day.

-arrived late for work (a big deal on a phone day)
-realized I have LOST my fucking pass to the parkade
-had to run in and borrow co-worker's pass, park car, and run back to office
-logged onto phones 10 minutes late--badbad
-clients yelling all day because site is all fucked up. One woman, a really nice lady, breaks down and cries. Oh, fuck.
-more shouting, nothing works, no answers, utter helplessness
-forgot lunch, had to buy (admittedly tasty) sandwich
-break partner away, so had to get random person to log in for me so I could go have a cigarette
-get talking to from supervisor because I have been bugging our tech guys too much...and yes, I realize they have tons of work too, BUT NOTHING WORKS AND WE'RE ON THE FRONT LINES, HERE
-then, Then, THEN! this part kills me. I finally manage to get outside for a break. I walk a considerate distance (125 ft or so) away from all office entrrances, so I'm not bothering anybody--am standing next to a fence, staring out at the ocean--and light a cigarette. I notice a woman in a nearby car reading a map. So, I smoke for a minute or so and try to unwind from my latest terrible call, when the woman pokes her head out of the sunroof and says something to me (which I don't hear, because she is quiet, and we are right next to a giant recycling and processing plant). I assume she needs directions (map), and smiling, step towards he car, ready to help and ask what she said. She shrieks "I JUST TOLD YOU I WAS ASTHMATIC! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET AWAY!"

me: ".....?"

her: "PLEASE MOVE AWAY FROM MY CAR! Your cigarette is STREAMING into my car! Go!"

and she was seriously yelling. I (beaten and defeated by this day from hell that can kiss my ass) moved away dutifully, 'cause she was scary, and said over my shoulder "I didn't HEAR you! I thought you were asking for help!"

Fuming (haha, if this was French that'd be a pun), I finish my cigarette a ways down, and start walking back to work.

As I pass her car, the foolish woman gets out.

"You're incredibly rude," she says.

I stare at her. And lose it. "I'M RUDE??? YOU JUST SCREAMED 'GO AWAY' AT A TOTAL STRANGER! "

and she said "your smoking is so inconsiderate! It was going right in my car and making my throat dry and I have asthma!,and when I asked you nicely to move, you moved closer to me!"

Now, I am a considerate smoker. I know some people are truly very legitimately bothered by cigarettes. BUT I WAS OUTFUCKINGSIDE, AWAY FROM FUCKING EVERYTHING, AND SHE COULD HAVE EASILY MOVED HER CAR, THERE WERE FOUR CAR LENGTHS OF SPACE IMMEDIATELY IN FRONT OF HER.

So I said: "Look, I didn't HEAR you. I saw your map, and thought you were asking for DIRECTIONS and was coming over to HELP you. And THEN, when I realized my cigarette was bothering you, I DID move away from you, so why are you still talking to me? And on that note, maybe I didn't hear you because WE ARE STANDING NEXT TO A PROCESSING PLANT THAT IS BELCHING BLACK SMOKE AT US, HOW BAD CAN YOUR ASTHMA REALLY BE??"

And she started again about how rude and inconsiderate smokers were, and I bellowed 'i'M OUTSIDE" and stomped back towards the office, and the silly bint kept shrieking like a harpy after my back.

What a frickin' cow. I hope she gets a cold sore.

On that note, I dearly hope no poor telemarketers call me tonight, because I will make them PAY* for disturbing my bad mood.

I certainly do not feel like cooking. I think I'm ordering pizza.

And I still can't find my stupid parkade pass, and it was a really bad day, and I, and....

*chin wobble*

*eyes well up*

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Love,

EG.

*not really. I used to be a telemarketer. I think hours of lubeless, forced sodomy would be less painful. I'm always nice to them. "I'm not interested, but thanks for calling, and I hope you have a great night."