I work for a chain of veterinary hospitals, and make the round to supervise and collect paperwork twice a week. Since I'm not hospital staff, I wear plain clothes. I can understand how someone might think I'm a customer rather than an employee, but I assume the fact that I go straight through the lobby towards the back would be a clue. Apparently not.
Today I stopped into one hospital, and they were packed with customers. I wove my way through the crowd towards the "Employees Only" sign, greeting the dogs rather than the owners (a bad habit of mine, but owners are less likely to bite), then ducking for the safety of the back. I go about buisiness as usual for a moment, until the hairs on the back of my neck prickle.
I look behind me, and there's a man I don't recognize standing in the middle of the lab, in plain clothes, gazing around like a tourist. As I stare, he absently picks up a bottle of antiseptic and inspects it curiously.
Me : Are you with an employee?
Him : Uhm?
Me : Are you a guest of an employee?
Him : No, I'm here to pick up my dog.
Me : You're a customer?
Him : Yeah.
Me : You can't be back here. Go back to the lobby.
Him : You're back here.
Me : I'm an employee.
Him : No you're not.
Me : *blink* Um, yeah, I am.
Him : No you're not, you don't have a uniform.
Me : I'm with the corporate office. Go back to the lobby.
Him : If you can be back here, I can be back here.
Me : Roooooosie!
Rosie : Yeeeah?!
Me : Customer followed me back here and he won't leave!
Rosie : *darts around corner towards us* Sir, this is an employees only area, please could you return to the lobby?
Him : I can be back here if she's back here!
Just then, a handler comes through straining against a pair of huge dogs. The kind that live up in the mountains and have more fur than a yak, and must have a bear back in their lineage somewhere. Idiot customer must be thinking "oh, cute doggies" or some such nonsence, because like the idiot he is, he decides to pet the overexcited mutts on the muzzle, without introducing himself or gauging their mood. The black one snaps at him and lunges, and now both are freaking out, howling and snapping and threatening to bowl over their handler.
Rosie : *points at customer, shifts to Dog Commanding Voice* You! Out!
Him : But-
Rosie : OUT!
The customer huffs and stalks off towards the front. We get the dogs back under control. Rosie reprints the Employees Only sign in a larger font.
Today I stopped into one hospital, and they were packed with customers. I wove my way through the crowd towards the "Employees Only" sign, greeting the dogs rather than the owners (a bad habit of mine, but owners are less likely to bite), then ducking for the safety of the back. I go about buisiness as usual for a moment, until the hairs on the back of my neck prickle.
I look behind me, and there's a man I don't recognize standing in the middle of the lab, in plain clothes, gazing around like a tourist. As I stare, he absently picks up a bottle of antiseptic and inspects it curiously.
Me : Are you with an employee?
Him : Uhm?
Me : Are you a guest of an employee?
Him : No, I'm here to pick up my dog.
Me : You're a customer?
Him : Yeah.
Me : You can't be back here. Go back to the lobby.
Him : You're back here.
Me : I'm an employee.
Him : No you're not.
Me : *blink* Um, yeah, I am.
Him : No you're not, you don't have a uniform.
Me : I'm with the corporate office. Go back to the lobby.
Him : If you can be back here, I can be back here.
Me : Roooooosie!
Rosie : Yeeeah?!
Me : Customer followed me back here and he won't leave!
Rosie : *darts around corner towards us* Sir, this is an employees only area, please could you return to the lobby?
Him : I can be back here if she's back here!
Just then, a handler comes through straining against a pair of huge dogs. The kind that live up in the mountains and have more fur than a yak, and must have a bear back in their lineage somewhere. Idiot customer must be thinking "oh, cute doggies" or some such nonsence, because like the idiot he is, he decides to pet the overexcited mutts on the muzzle, without introducing himself or gauging their mood. The black one snaps at him and lunges, and now both are freaking out, howling and snapping and threatening to bowl over their handler.
Rosie : *points at customer, shifts to Dog Commanding Voice* You! Out!
Him : But-
Rosie : OUT!
The customer huffs and stalks off towards the front. We get the dogs back under control. Rosie reprints the Employees Only sign in a larger font.
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