Post by Sweet Meat aka CC on Jun 2, 2004 12:57:39 GMT -5
I think today is the day for the jackasses to come out and get on my nerves! 
As usual, I was called on this mornin' to go cover for the daycare office assistant while she went out for a while which I had no problem with (even though for some reason they act like I'm the ONLY one that they can ever call on even though there's 3 otha office assistants besides me!
)
Anyhoo, no sooner than I left my office to go around there, that's when I had to show some of my ugly side which I haven't had to do in a looooooooooong time since I usually like to kill people with kindness!
First, I get some middle-aged Lauryn Hill wanna-be with dreads that were SCREAMIN' for Luster's Pink Oil Moisturizer comin' up to the desk bein' all stupid actin'. There were two otha people waitin' behind her and the second line was ringin' off the hook while I was speakin' with one of my co-workers about this foo's situation on the main line. She had some kind of form that I've never seen before since that ISN'T my regular work area. Well, I asked this bitochi one simple question via my co-worker who was on the phone: What is this form for? She cops an attitude and says it's for housin'...it says so up there.
My response: Thank you, but the form is vague and it juss says dependent help for AFDC and I do have otha people waitin' and didn't have time to try to figga out what it was for. Anyway, I told my co-worker and she said she'd come up to see her. In the meantime, I had to take down this foo's social security #, address, birthdate, etc. Well, when I got to the birthdate, she was lookin' at somethin' goin' on outside while havin' her fingers in her mouth. I asked her for her birthdate and she said what sounded like "4/57" while keepin' her fingers in her mouth. I asked her again and she said the same thing again. I juss shrugged it off and jotted down her otha info and then asked her once again about her birthdate. She comes back with I said 8/1/57. I came right back with well with your fingers in your mouth I couldn't hear you clearly! Damn, some peeps gotta act so dumb!!!
Anyway, for the next few minutes, things went smoothly until I received a call which ended up bein' for Food Stamps. I transferred the call and within 2 minutes, I got the same lady back again. She wanted to go into a long song and dance (sorta like what I'm doin' now I guess, but anyway...) about how her Food Stamp worker hasn't returned her calls for the past two weeks. Well while she's talkin', one of my co-workers/friends walks in from outside and waves at me while headin' to her office. I faintly say hey and wave back at her while somewhat ignorin' this lady on the phone. But then the heffa had the nerve to say: "Ma'am, can you let me finish speakin'?" LONG PAUSE ON MY END BEFORE I SPEAK WHILE COUNTIN' TO THREE...I told her that I was speakin' with someone else. She tries to play it off by sayin', "Oh, I'm sorry hon.", before continuin' on with her story before I had had enough of what she was sayin'. I explained to her that daycare has nothin' to do with foodstamps and that the only thing I could do was transfer her back to their department which her monkey ass woulda known in the first place when I answered the phone by SAYIN' "Workfirst/Daycare"!
Whew...I feel so much betta now that I have this off my chest--hehehehe.
As usual, I was called on this mornin' to go cover for the daycare office assistant while she went out for a while which I had no problem with (even though for some reason they act like I'm the ONLY one that they can ever call on even though there's 3 otha office assistants besides me!
)Anyhoo, no sooner than I left my office to go around there, that's when I had to show some of my ugly side which I haven't had to do in a looooooooooong time since I usually like to kill people with kindness!
First, I get some middle-aged Lauryn Hill wanna-be with dreads that were SCREAMIN' for Luster's Pink Oil Moisturizer comin' up to the desk bein' all stupid actin'. There were two otha people waitin' behind her and the second line was ringin' off the hook while I was speakin' with one of my co-workers about this foo's situation on the main line. She had some kind of form that I've never seen before since that ISN'T my regular work area. Well, I asked this bitochi one simple question via my co-worker who was on the phone: What is this form for? She cops an attitude and says it's for housin'...it says so up there.
My response: Thank you, but the form is vague and it juss says dependent help for AFDC and I do have otha people waitin' and didn't have time to try to figga out what it was for.
Anyway, I told my co-worker and she said she'd come up to see her. In the meantime, I had to take down this foo's social security #, address, birthdate, etc. Well, when I got to the birthdate, she was lookin' at somethin' goin' on outside while havin' her fingers in her mouth. I asked her for her birthdate and she said what sounded like "4/57" while keepin' her fingers in her mouth. I asked her again and she said the same thing again. I juss shrugged it off and jotted down her otha info and then asked her once again about her birthdate. She comes back with I said 8/1/57. I came right back with well with your fingers in your mouth I couldn't hear you clearly! Damn, some peeps gotta act so dumb!!!Anyway, for the next few minutes, things went smoothly until I received a call which ended up bein' for Food Stamps. I transferred the call and within 2 minutes, I got the same lady back again. She wanted to go into a long song and dance (sorta like what I'm doin' now I guess, but anyway...) about how her Food Stamp worker hasn't returned her calls for the past two weeks. Well while she's talkin', one of my co-workers/friends walks in from outside and waves at me while headin' to her office. I faintly say hey and wave back at her while somewhat ignorin' this lady on the phone. But then the heffa had the nerve to say: "Ma'am, can you let me finish speakin'?" LONG PAUSE ON MY END BEFORE I SPEAK WHILE COUNTIN' TO THREE...I told her that I was speakin' with someone else. She tries to play it off by sayin', "Oh, I'm sorry hon.", before continuin' on with her story before I had had enough of what she was sayin'. I explained to her that daycare has nothin' to do with foodstamps and that the only thing I could do was transfer her back to their department which her monkey ass woulda known in the first place when I answered the phone by SAYIN' "Workfirst/Daycare"!
Whew...I feel so much betta now that I have this off my chest--hehehehe.
Let me slow it down for you
now let me speed it up
BLESS YA, SIS! BLESS YA!!! I THANK YA SOOOOOO MUCH FOR THIS QUICK PICK-ME-UPPER--LOL! 
