So I was filling stuff in household chemicals this afternoon when some harpy barked at me "Hey! See that stuff the spilled on the floor?"
I looked down, to find a sizable quantity of some kind of clear, light brown-ish water. Not coffee or soda or even pee. The best guess I could make was melted snow off somebody's shoes, but there was a bit too much there for that to be the case.
I told the harpy "Okay, I'll be back in a bit to clean that up."
Her response: "Good boy" in the tone of voice a parent might use to congratulate their kid on not wetting the bed.
I'm 29 years old, lady. I don't need to be talked down to like a 5-year-old. Oh wait, this is an SC I'm addressing.
Filling up the mop bucket in the maintenance room, I thought to myself "If she's still there and she says something else to me, I'm telling her off. I'm not paid enough to put up with this shit." But fortunately for her, and probably myself too, she was gone when I returned.
I looked down, to find a sizable quantity of some kind of clear, light brown-ish water. Not coffee or soda or even pee. The best guess I could make was melted snow off somebody's shoes, but there was a bit too much there for that to be the case.
I told the harpy "Okay, I'll be back in a bit to clean that up."
Her response: "Good boy" in the tone of voice a parent might use to congratulate their kid on not wetting the bed.
I'm 29 years old, lady. I don't need to be talked down to like a 5-year-old. Oh wait, this is an SC I'm addressing.
Filling up the mop bucket in the maintenance room, I thought to myself "If she's still there and she says something else to me, I'm telling her off. I'm not paid enough to put up with this shit." But fortunately for her, and probably myself too, she was gone when I returned.
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