I can not stand being late, and nothing drives me crazier than knowing that I am going to be late when I left on time or even early. I am that guy that will call from the car to let people know that I am going to be 5-10 minutes late. I just hate waiting myself, so I don't want to make anyone else wait either.
Today someone was an hour and a half late, and then had the audacity to say; "Sorry I didn't call, I had no idea I was going to be so late..."
WHEN in the HOUR AND A HALF that passed between when you should have been here, and NOW, did you not feel that you should notify me that you were still on the way asshole? Was there something so grand and important that it made it impossible to arrive here on time, and precluded you using the phone to notify someone? And if so, perhaps saying that might do more to calm me than telling me that you had no idea that you were going to be so late. A simple; "Sorry I am so late, a lot of stuff happened at home/work/whatever that got me behind schedule," would have been fucking fantastic. Something to let me know that shit was going down, and that you were in the middle of it.
LIE TO ME. Tell me about the gunfire that you just saved the school children and puppies from. Tell me about dragging those nuns out of the burning bus on the side of the road. Hell, if the story is good enough I might like you more for the creativity and the ability to make me laugh.
He actually said; "thanks for meeting with me, I know that you're pretty busy, and it was a long wait."
UGH!!! Fuck you asshole.
I love some of my clients to death. Just the nicest and most honest people around. This guy can kiss my ass.
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