I Just Need to get this Outta my System!
Posted: Fri May 11, 2018 4:13 pm
I guess I just need to vent, maybe see if others share my opinions. Probably not? I've been told that I let too many things get to me, thus contributing to my astronomical stress levels.
My office is located in the same building as the local Family Services office. Next door, in fact. About every other day, sometimes more often (it seems to run in spells), someone comes into our office and begins ranting about how their miserable, f'd-up lives to me. It usually takes a few minutes for me to get a word in edgewise, and say, "Next door!" Thing is, the place is clearly marked, even decorated. They have a doorbell, too, and an intercom. This is because they need to keep the door locked for appointments only. I've even been blamed for their problems, and threatened. As yet, I've not had to shoot anyone yet, but I fear it's coming to that.
Are there really this many adults out there that can't take care of themselves? Damn, people, I was taking care of myself when I was 9 years old!
And it's baseball season again, finally!
This really brings out the idiots from their winter hibernation. I get some of the dumbest questions:
"How does this thing work?" (order form, proofread by an 8 year old)
"Can you Photoshop the dirt off my kid's face in the picture?" - pronounced "pitt-chuuur"
"He forgot his shirt. Can you Photoshop that?"
"Can you Photoshop my kid into the group? We missed picture day last week."
Answers?
Well, you fill out the form and put the money in the envelope, and then give it to me. You write your kid's name on it, too.
No, here's a Wet-Wipe. It's free. Use it. Yes, I provide those.
Yes, for a $40 fee.
Yes, for a $50 fee.
Then we have various college students in different fields that require group photos.
"My teeth are yellow." (Yes, dear, they are. So that means they're yellow in your pictures.)
"I don't understand this order form." (Again, verified by an 8 year old.)
"What do you mean, the picture day was last week?"
My favorites are the kids who come up get their photo taken, while eating a blue raspberry snow cone. And nurses who forgot their white shirt, or can't groom themselves.
And are there drunk, smelly rednecks elsewhere? Or do I have them all here? I really need to know.
Why can't food stamps, or the cards now, be programmed to buy soap and shampoo, too? Is this too much to ask? They can buy Doritos and Pepsi, can't they? I get it, low income. Sometimes you get in a jam. I'm all for social programs for those in need, but can we just get those programs to provide 1 bar of soap and 1 stick of Right Guard a month?
I also really need to know how you cannot be bothered to have potty-trained your child by the age of six or up? Yes, we have them here. Injuries or being mentally challenged, I can understand. OK. But really now? My friend V's son has profound cerebral palsy, and he was out of diapers by age 8. Then again, I am beginning to think he's a genius who just can't balance and talk. And speaking of diapers, some programs do help with those. But this isn't meant to be the child's only article of clothing! Or is that just me?
As for kids like Miss V's son, I really do love those kids. They gravitate to me. I had one this year, 11 years old, plays baseball very well, but can't tie his shoes. And what kind of parents just let their autistic 6 year old latch onto me, and hang on my back for 3 teams worth of photos? I thought I was taking that one home with me.
Then again, there's nuts like me who turn a 9 year old loose with a $2,500 camera setup for the game.
I do welcome your thoughts and comments. I am beginning to think that they're out to get me, you know!
My office is located in the same building as the local Family Services office. Next door, in fact. About every other day, sometimes more often (it seems to run in spells), someone comes into our office and begins ranting about how their miserable, f'd-up lives to me. It usually takes a few minutes for me to get a word in edgewise, and say, "Next door!" Thing is, the place is clearly marked, even decorated. They have a doorbell, too, and an intercom. This is because they need to keep the door locked for appointments only. I've even been blamed for their problems, and threatened. As yet, I've not had to shoot anyone yet, but I fear it's coming to that.
Are there really this many adults out there that can't take care of themselves? Damn, people, I was taking care of myself when I was 9 years old!
And it's baseball season again, finally!
This really brings out the idiots from their winter hibernation. I get some of the dumbest questions:
"How does this thing work?" (order form, proofread by an 8 year old)
"Can you Photoshop the dirt off my kid's face in the picture?" - pronounced "pitt-chuuur"
"He forgot his shirt. Can you Photoshop that?"
"Can you Photoshop my kid into the group? We missed picture day last week."
Answers?
Well, you fill out the form and put the money in the envelope, and then give it to me. You write your kid's name on it, too.
No, here's a Wet-Wipe. It's free. Use it. Yes, I provide those.
Yes, for a $40 fee.
Yes, for a $50 fee.
Then we have various college students in different fields that require group photos.
"My teeth are yellow." (Yes, dear, they are. So that means they're yellow in your pictures.)
"I don't understand this order form." (Again, verified by an 8 year old.)
"What do you mean, the picture day was last week?"
My favorites are the kids who come up get their photo taken, while eating a blue raspberry snow cone. And nurses who forgot their white shirt, or can't groom themselves.
And are there drunk, smelly rednecks elsewhere? Or do I have them all here? I really need to know.
Why can't food stamps, or the cards now, be programmed to buy soap and shampoo, too? Is this too much to ask? They can buy Doritos and Pepsi, can't they? I get it, low income. Sometimes you get in a jam. I'm all for social programs for those in need, but can we just get those programs to provide 1 bar of soap and 1 stick of Right Guard a month?
I also really need to know how you cannot be bothered to have potty-trained your child by the age of six or up? Yes, we have them here. Injuries or being mentally challenged, I can understand. OK. But really now? My friend V's son has profound cerebral palsy, and he was out of diapers by age 8. Then again, I am beginning to think he's a genius who just can't balance and talk. And speaking of diapers, some programs do help with those. But this isn't meant to be the child's only article of clothing! Or is that just me?
As for kids like Miss V's son, I really do love those kids. They gravitate to me. I had one this year, 11 years old, plays baseball very well, but can't tie his shoes. And what kind of parents just let their autistic 6 year old latch onto me, and hang on my back for 3 teams worth of photos? I thought I was taking that one home with me.
Then again, there's nuts like me who turn a 9 year old loose with a $2,500 camera setup for the game.
I do welcome your thoughts and comments. I am beginning to think that they're out to get me, you know!