Umm..I haven't really even opened the browser yet...
Needless to say, I brought them up, rattled off the directions at top speed, and he was out the door.
I call after - 'Wait, can I print them out for you??'
His reply: 'No, I've got it'
................
Cut to 30 minutes later - my phone rings.
He starts screaming roads at me. How far is this place from 14? How long should I be on road X? Am I East or West of X? Why don't you know these things?!?! Rapid fire directions that mean nothing to me, as I frantically pull out the paper I printed up and bring up Google Maps again.
'Oh, you took a wrong turn at X, you've gone too far' - I say.
'Fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck fuck - you suck at life' - paraphrase of what he said.
..........
These are the days I hate my job. I try and try to be good at this job, I really do. But I am not a human map. I am not a human calculator. I am not the human equivalent of the internet in a perfect world - with all of the information that you need less than .5 seconds away if you just yell. loud. enough. I'm sorry, I'm not.
I wish I had a thicker skin - so this stuff would just bounce off. But it's almost 11:00 and I'm still thinking about it. Oh well.
Another Bean picture will cheer me up!
Goodnight!
1 comment:
He should get an iPhone :-)
On an unrelated note... I had an egg out of an egg dish a couple days ago.
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