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Aug. 23rd, 2008 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eiffel_71Had to work my SIXTH shift of the week, as make-up of the fallout from my change of shift pattern. It was less than five minutes in when I got a reminder of why I hate working Saturdays. A woman who'd already done her own survey said her husband, who we were still chasing, was in the shower. I asked if he'd be available before 1 pm; she said no, they were going out, and straight away advised us to call in a fortnight's time, because of his shift pattern. I told her the last day we could do him was Tuesday 2 September and her reply was "We are where we are." What the fuck is that supposed to mean? It's complete fucking gibberish!
She went on at length making it clear that as far as she was concerned she had not only done us a huge favour by doing the survey at all, she was doing me a massive favour by allowing me to inhabit the same planet as her. As I am required to do, I said "May I just check, is there any time at all between 9 am and 9 pm any day next week that would be any good?" That got a no. When I asked her if he could do next Saturday morning or lunchtime - taking care to prefix my request with "Finally" - she sounded ready to spontaneously combust. As it was the last time for them, I had to keep a fixed smile on, thank her for all the assistance they'd given in the past and ask if she had any questions. She didn't, which was one thing. As soon as I hung up I chucked my headphones across my booth.
"Bad one?" the lady opposite, a stranger, asked me. I told her this woman had an attitute that got right up my nose. "It's Saturday morning," she said, "everybody's grumpy." She added that she pulls faces at people like that, since they can't see her.
That was enough for me to resent having to work today and miss my fix of footie - Hawks are away in London and the only local game that would have interested me was Brading Town v Laverstock & Ford; knocking off at 1.30 I wouldn't have made it over to the Island by three - but the rest of the shift was incident-free.
She went on at length making it clear that as far as she was concerned she had not only done us a huge favour by doing the survey at all, she was doing me a massive favour by allowing me to inhabit the same planet as her. As I am required to do, I said "May I just check, is there any time at all between 9 am and 9 pm any day next week that would be any good?" That got a no. When I asked her if he could do next Saturday morning or lunchtime - taking care to prefix my request with "Finally" - she sounded ready to spontaneously combust. As it was the last time for them, I had to keep a fixed smile on, thank her for all the assistance they'd given in the past and ask if she had any questions. She didn't, which was one thing. As soon as I hung up I chucked my headphones across my booth.
"Bad one?" the lady opposite, a stranger, asked me. I told her this woman had an attitute that got right up my nose. "It's Saturday morning," she said, "everybody's grumpy." She added that she pulls faces at people like that, since they can't see her.
That was enough for me to resent having to work today and miss my fix of footie - Hawks are away in London and the only local game that would have interested me was Brading Town v Laverstock & Ford; knocking off at 1.30 I wouldn't have made it over to the Island by three - but the rest of the shift was incident-free.
