I’m sick but the nature of my day job is such that taking time off is difficult at best. So, ill or not, I went to work today.
Like many Canadians, I work with the public. They can be inspiringly beautiful people. They can also be crazy.
Today, I worked with one of the last kind. It’s funny because though customers might come in all sorts of ages, sizes and colours, the nutty sort always has one thing in common, they have tons to say.
This one was talking before they even met me and they didn’t get any quieter with time. The limits of my position didn’t seem to matter in the least to this particular person and they kept demanding things until I was running about like the proverbial headless chicken.
In my haste, I tripped over a desk and went flying into a chair. I landed on one leg with as much dignity as a hippo on ice. Nothing broken, I told myself and stood back up.
“Pain is a gift; you should offer it to God,” the client shouted from the counter.
There ought to be a law against Mondays.
P.S. Nope. I didn’t sneeze on him…but it was close.
Taylor Grace 