Yeah, I Know I'm A Bitch...
So today in work I get a call from one of my clients who is crying hysterically because she doesn't like the new caseworker she was assigned at Social Services. She's at the point where she's on the verge of hyperventilating and she already has pulmonary problems as it is. She keeps repeating that she hates this new worker and she doesn't want to talk to her or deal with her. I tell her that she needs to calm down and tell me what the worker is doing that's causing her such distress. That just sends her over the edge and all she can come up with is "I DON'T LIKE HER I DON'T LIKE HER I DON'T LIKE HER!!!"
Me: Angela, you didn't like me either when I first met you and began trying to help you. Just give her a chance and work with her.
Angela: You're right. I didn't like you when I first met you. How did you know?
Me: Because I'm smart. And, for the record, I didn't like you all that much either, but we get along fine now. Really, you don't have to like her. Just so long as she does her job who cares?
Angela: I like you now! I like you now! I LIKE YOU NOW!!! Do you like me now?
Me: That's the beauty of having me as your attorney. I don't have to like you for me to still work my ass off for you.
Angela: You're funny.
Me: Thank you Angela. I have to hang up now.
Then when I get home I have to deal with Crazy Neighbor who lives in my building. 2 winters ago we had a snowstorm and my shovel snapped in half when I was trying to dig my car out. Crazy Neighbor's bedroom window overlooks the parking lot behind my building and she stuck her head out to ask if I wanted to borrow her shovel. I was very appreciative, took it from her and finished digging my car out. This was all before I knew she was Crazy Neighbor.
When I rang her doorbell to give her shovel back to her she says, "Since I let you borrow my shovel, would you dig my car out too?" Ummmm...it's not like I could say no, but had I known she was Crazy Neighbor with Ulterior Motive, I would've gladly told her where she could stick her damn shovel in the first place. So, I ask her which car her's is. Turns out it's the fucking van from hell and she insists on hanging out her window watching me clearing the snow from it and digging it out AND she has the nerve to let me know which spots I missed. By the time I'm done, I'm freezing and my back is killing me. I give her back her shovel and proceed to drive myself to buy a new one of my own so this kind of thing will never, ever happen again. Ever since that day I snub her whenever I see her around the building. And, for whatever reason, she insists on calling me Frank, but that's neither here nor there.
Tonight when I get home I walk into my building and she's sorting, what looks like a month's worth of mail, directly in front of my mailbox. I say "Excuse me" and while I'm trying to get to my mailbox, she decides to strike up a conversation with me.
Crazy Neighbor: They say we might get snow tonight.
Me: Oh yeah? I thought I heard rain.
Crazy Neighbor: You know, if you ever need to borrow my shovel again all you have to do is ask.
Me: That's ok. After you manipulated me into digging out your monster van, I immediately ran out and got my own shovel. Thanks though and have a good night.
Me: Angela, you didn't like me either when I first met you and began trying to help you. Just give her a chance and work with her.
Angela: You're right. I didn't like you when I first met you. How did you know?
Me: Because I'm smart. And, for the record, I didn't like you all that much either, but we get along fine now. Really, you don't have to like her. Just so long as she does her job who cares?
Angela: I like you now! I like you now! I LIKE YOU NOW!!! Do you like me now?
Me: That's the beauty of having me as your attorney. I don't have to like you for me to still work my ass off for you.
Angela: You're funny.
Me: Thank you Angela. I have to hang up now.
Then when I get home I have to deal with Crazy Neighbor who lives in my building. 2 winters ago we had a snowstorm and my shovel snapped in half when I was trying to dig my car out. Crazy Neighbor's bedroom window overlooks the parking lot behind my building and she stuck her head out to ask if I wanted to borrow her shovel. I was very appreciative, took it from her and finished digging my car out. This was all before I knew she was Crazy Neighbor.
When I rang her doorbell to give her shovel back to her she says, "Since I let you borrow my shovel, would you dig my car out too?" Ummmm...it's not like I could say no, but had I known she was Crazy Neighbor with Ulterior Motive, I would've gladly told her where she could stick her damn shovel in the first place. So, I ask her which car her's is. Turns out it's the fucking van from hell and she insists on hanging out her window watching me clearing the snow from it and digging it out AND she has the nerve to let me know which spots I missed. By the time I'm done, I'm freezing and my back is killing me. I give her back her shovel and proceed to drive myself to buy a new one of my own so this kind of thing will never, ever happen again. Ever since that day I snub her whenever I see her around the building. And, for whatever reason, she insists on calling me Frank, but that's neither here nor there.
Tonight when I get home I walk into my building and she's sorting, what looks like a month's worth of mail, directly in front of my mailbox. I say "Excuse me" and while I'm trying to get to my mailbox, she decides to strike up a conversation with me.
Crazy Neighbor: They say we might get snow tonight.
Me: Oh yeah? I thought I heard rain.
Crazy Neighbor: You know, if you ever need to borrow my shovel again all you have to do is ask.
Me: That's ok. After you manipulated me into digging out your monster van, I immediately ran out and got my own shovel. Thanks though and have a good night.