Don't answer that phone!
January 11, 2006 - 7:04 a.m.
So I’m at Kirklands and my phone rings. It’s the office.
Not a chance in hell that I’m going to ruin my shopping experience by answering it!
As I suspected it, it was Jess calling for Dr G. Seems Dr S figured out what’s up and since G is supposed to be HR it’s up to him to speak to me.
Yeah, yeah. Whatever!
When I finally got back home and called, I was on hold for G for 10 minutes and hung up. Uh huh, I’m so important to him. Jess told me he was going to call me when he was done with patients but he didn’t. Just what I expected.
Makes me so glad I didn’t answer when he called.
Biggest problem is that I couldn’t sleep last night thinking about what I should say and exactly the proper way to word it.
The conversation in my mind is like this:
G: Hi Shelli
Me: Hi
G: Is there a problem?
Me: I’m assuming there must be.
G: What will it take for you to come back to work?
Me: Well considering you feel the work I do is of so little value, I don’t think you can afford me.
But that’s if he calls and I decide to answer!
Hm, this life of luxury gets better and better.
Half of what I say is meaningless
But I say it just to reach you
Shelli