Another fine work experience.
I got a phone call a little while back from a tenant who is immature and sounds like a valley girl. The history is, she always pays late. Last time she came in to pay her rent, I told her if she paid 175.00 more, her latefees would stop because her rent would be paid in full. She did this. I get a phone call from her a month later saying she got a notice in the mail implying that she owed a late fee. She said when she paid her rent the "girl" told her she was paid in full, late fee and all. I asked her who specifically told her that. Here is her reply:
"She was wearing a hat.... and she was really dumb."
Wow, talk about professionalism. There was a long pause, because I am the only person in the office who wears a hat. I told her next time she wants a break to try being nice and professional because calling a person dumb isn't going to make them want to help you out. Did I waive her late fee? Absolutely not. Would I have if she didn't call me dumb? Nope. She pays late and has had 3 late fees waived in the past (obviously not when I worked here). I know what I told her, and I am sticking to my guns! Does that make me "dumb", I don't think so! I love me job (I am totally serious).
This is me saying, "Hi! Welcome to my office. I wear a hat and I am not dumb."
Friday--I got off work and went to the eye doctor. My vision has gotten blurry in the past 6 months and I could have sworn I was going blind. Which is funny, because the doctor said I am a -.5, at which Tyler and my mom both laughed and accused me of exagerating. Honestly, it drives me crazy. I hate blurriness, so I am in the percentile of -.5 people who chose to correct their vision. We picked out glasses that make me look hot and smart, which is every girls dream :). I should get them in about a week. The doctor had to dialate my eyes. I have never had eyedrops before. I didn't enjoy it and will continue trying to avoid eye drops at all costs in the future. So, the fun part is I got to wear those attractive sun glasses out in public. I asked the doctor if I would be ok to cook dinner, and he caught my drift and said absolutely no cooking or cleaning, so, doc's orders, we went out to eat.
Saturday--I don't remember Saturday, yep, that's how good it was. (Actually, I just have a bad memory, but there is nothing like talking to a bank teller and they say "how was your weekend?", you think a little and nothing comes to mind, so you say something in effect of "I don't recall"...and 9 out of 10 times the response is "That good huh?" obviously implying that drugs or alcohol were involved. Love it. That's as crazy as my life gets.) Oh--it's coming back to me, we went and saw Drillbit Taylor. I love Owen. I don't remember anything else, and I am sure Tyler will read this and inform me of all the things we did that day...
Monday--Tyler and I woke up and went straight to Krispie Kremes and thought for some reason we could stomache a dozen donuts (Kim, remember when we did that?...good times). Needless to say, there are still about 6 on our counter as I type. I got a Dr. Pepper that tasted more like Cherry DP than anything else and Tyler tried there new Carribean donut and said it had to be the worst donut he has ever had, I think he even coughed. Then we took a trip over to good ol' Aunt Janet's and Uncle Jerry's and ate hot dogs and watermelon, chatted about Medical School and the British guy that rubbed me wrong, and adored Kerry's cute kids. Those were the basic highlights. We were both upset about the rain/hail/clouds, but what can you do? Nothing.
