Monday, January 24, 2011
One has to have sympathy, and I do. This couple's son died from brain cancer not too long ago. And I live in a very small village. And I have yet to see another laser printer in anyone's house.
I have written of Elsie before here.
This is a verbatim conversation I just had with her on the telephone:
Elsie: You need to type up a letter for me right away.
Me: I can't do that, I have other commitments right now.
Elsie: This is important.
Me: So are my WORK commitments.
Elsie: Not as important as this, my post office box in Ontario is costing me $90 a year and I need it cancelled because.......blah blah blah.... full boring story of the history of the post office in Canada and how tenants blah blah...son's death.... she shouldn't have to pay.... blah blah blah......
Me (10 minutes have now gone by): Elsie, I have to go, other line is ringing (lie).
Elsie: I don't hear it, I don't even hear a beep, I don't hear anything.
Me: It's on hold (flustered, lying yet again.)
Elsie: Ha-ha. Now you should be finished sometime later on with your work, I'll be up at 9 tonight.
Me: That doesn't work for me Elsie.
Elsie (getting nastier): Heck! No one can be that busy, 10 tonight then but you're pushing it.
Me: It would have to be tomorrow.
Elsie, One of those awful sighs: Oh heck - I'll be there at 11 ayem right on the dot. And you'd better come up with some good wording for the hecky post office and put them in their place. I'll need 4 copies.
Me (weary, beaten down, angry with self): OK.
She hangs up the phone without another word. She never says thank you. Never does the courtesy how are yous, etc.
I just hate how she makes me feel. Small. Mean. Angry. Used. Childish.