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Ok, I made a mistake today. I didn't eat anything until around 7 pm. Where I work, if you don't bother to bring something from home to eat, good luck finding time to get something once you're there. So as the day wore on I became more and more... uh... hmm... spaced out. Also more and more cranky. I had to meet with a client to go over some paperwork. I stopped to get an iced coffee beforehand so I was at least putting something into my gut. As I sit down in her smoke-filled apartment and start pulling out folders she says "I wish you had brought an iced coffee for me. It's very rude of you to show up here with a coffee for yourself and nothing for me." I pause for about two seconds and retort "I thought you might really find it rude if I showed up with a turkey grinder and ate it in front of you. I haven't eaten all day. This coffee is my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I figured it would be a polite compromise."
She canned the attitude after that. Mind you, I get along well with this client, even though she is often quite demanding, even imperious. We've had lots of good days together. This is exactly why I decided that today I was not going to put up with her shenanigans. We had a lot of paperwork to muscle through, and I had just a little time to do it in. We managed it. At the end of our meeting I told her I'd take her for a coffee on Thursday.
Later at the office I had to convince a client who was highly agitated, crying, yelling, accusing staff of being racist, certain that a man outside was trying to turn her into a prostitute and that she had to meet her (reincarnated) mother in L.A. tonight at 8:05, to have a cup of tea and an anti-anxiety med. Bringing her back to earth was probably the best thing I helped to accomplish today.
I left work so completely out of it. Stopped and picked up some steamed shrimp and broccoli on the way home. Ate it and waited for my blood sugar to stabilize. That was taking awhile, and as I sat there I could only stare at the kitchen walls that are begging for my attention. Potato vodka, Midori, and OJ are finally starting to set my head straight. Scary, maybe. But the walls are calling and I'm finally ready to answer.
She canned the attitude after that. Mind you, I get along well with this client, even though she is often quite demanding, even imperious. We've had lots of good days together. This is exactly why I decided that today I was not going to put up with her shenanigans. We had a lot of paperwork to muscle through, and I had just a little time to do it in. We managed it. At the end of our meeting I told her I'd take her for a coffee on Thursday.
Later at the office I had to convince a client who was highly agitated, crying, yelling, accusing staff of being racist, certain that a man outside was trying to turn her into a prostitute and that she had to meet her (reincarnated) mother in L.A. tonight at 8:05, to have a cup of tea and an anti-anxiety med. Bringing her back to earth was probably the best thing I helped to accomplish today.
I left work so completely out of it. Stopped and picked up some steamed shrimp and broccoli on the way home. Ate it and waited for my blood sugar to stabilize. That was taking awhile, and as I sat there I could only stare at the kitchen walls that are begging for my attention. Potato vodka, Midori, and OJ are finally starting to set my head straight. Scary, maybe. But the walls are calling and I'm finally ready to answer.
posted by Black Egg at 8:09 PM
4 Comments:
Gee dude..busy day hun?! รต.O reading your blog made think about life....And Iced coffee \o/ hehehh
ps: I always talk to my walls, kitchen's, room's..always! xD
Bye!! =*
Hi CSG, thanx for your cute comment. I wish I could understand more of your blog - that's the Stupid American Syndrome, I guess. Anyway, thanks for checking in. Time to get back to the walls... (:
its when the walls start breathing in and out that there might be a real problem. glad you can self medicate though... i like the way you dealt with your first client... exactly something i would have said...
Thankfully I don't take those drugs anymore (the ones that make the walls breathe) :p
The only problem the walls are giving me is that they still aren't done being prepped to prime, skimcoat, and sand. They are a mess underneath all that wallpaper. I'll post pics eventually to prove it!
I kinda believe in self-medicating, I really do. The effects are known, measurable, and at this point in my life, proven!
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