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So, since last night, I've been having some health issues. It's caused me chest pain, wheezing, fainting and vomiting (Don't worry, I'm okay. It's just the remnants of my bronchitis and asthma coupled with stress.)
I thought I would be okay to go into work today, but I wasn't. I got even more sick than I was last night. I tried to get coverage for my studio (one always works alone in the studio), but to no avail. Unfortunately, I had to make the decision during my lunch that I HAD to go to the doctor. The wheezing was getting to the point where I was constantly light headed and it was a danger to me.
Closing the studio early meant calling and rescheduling all appointments, which, honestly, I was in no shape to do, but I dragged my carcass, wheezing, clutching my chest and near fainting back into the studio. My 3 o' clock appointment was in the studio waiting.
Me:
SC: Bitch
SCM: Sucky Customer's mom
SCD: Suck Customer's dad
CSM: The fantastic Customer Service manager in Wally world
AM: The assistant manager of Walmart
Me (to the SCM and SCD and wheezing): I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to reschedule your appointment. I'm having a major medical issue and I need to go to the hospital.
SCM: Well, can't you find someone to take the pictures?
Me: I've tried, but five other studios had call outs and I have to go. I can absolutely reschedule your appointment.
SCM and SCD start complaining (which I totally understand to a point). Then, SC comes in. The mom and dad tell her that I can't do the pictures today and she FLIPS HER SHIT.
SC: You need to find someone RIGHT NOW! I'm NOT leaving until you find someone. I drove over forty minutes to get my daughter's pictures taken, so you get someone here now.
Me: I'm sorry, but I tried earlier. There is no one who can come. I'm extremely sick and I need to go to the hospital.
SC runs off screaming and pitching a fit. Then, a couple of the Walmart employees see me pale, shaking and still not able to breathe. They sit me down, give me water and try to get me to relax.
SC comes back still fuming.
SC: You will get the woman with the accent. She always takes my daughter's pictures. Get her here.
(That particular manager is on vacation which is why I'm in her studio).
Me: Ma'am, there is no one to come in here. (I try to stand up to reason with her, then I pass out onto the chair.)
CSM comes onto the scene to take care of what's going on. That's not her job, which makes her even more amazing. She calls for the AM, because I'm about this close to losing it.
AM explains how we lease space and they have no pull with us and trying to calm the crazy lady down. While the SC continues to rant and rave how she's being inconvenienced by me and wants FREEFREEFREE!!!!!!!!eleventy!1!111!
I wound up just putting her on the phone with my DM, so I could get them all out. I rescheduled her damn appointment and had to call my mom, so I could avoid a $1,000 ambulance ride.
At the end of it all, she says to the sweet CSM.
SC: You understand what it's like with kids. Ya know?
(I finally got to the doctor and medicated to control the ick.)
I thought I would be okay to go into work today, but I wasn't. I got even more sick than I was last night. I tried to get coverage for my studio (one always works alone in the studio), but to no avail. Unfortunately, I had to make the decision during my lunch that I HAD to go to the doctor. The wheezing was getting to the point where I was constantly light headed and it was a danger to me.
Closing the studio early meant calling and rescheduling all appointments, which, honestly, I was in no shape to do, but I dragged my carcass, wheezing, clutching my chest and near fainting back into the studio. My 3 o' clock appointment was in the studio waiting.
Me:
SC: Bitch
SCM: Sucky Customer's mom
SCD: Suck Customer's dad
CSM: The fantastic Customer Service manager in Wally world
AM: The assistant manager of Walmart
Me (to the SCM and SCD and wheezing): I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to reschedule your appointment. I'm having a major medical issue and I need to go to the hospital.
SCM: Well, can't you find someone to take the pictures?
Me: I've tried, but five other studios had call outs and I have to go. I can absolutely reschedule your appointment.
SCM and SCD start complaining (which I totally understand to a point). Then, SC comes in. The mom and dad tell her that I can't do the pictures today and she FLIPS HER SHIT.
SC: You need to find someone RIGHT NOW! I'm NOT leaving until you find someone. I drove over forty minutes to get my daughter's pictures taken, so you get someone here now.
Me: I'm sorry, but I tried earlier. There is no one who can come. I'm extremely sick and I need to go to the hospital.
SC runs off screaming and pitching a fit. Then, a couple of the Walmart employees see me pale, shaking and still not able to breathe. They sit me down, give me water and try to get me to relax.
SC comes back still fuming.
SC: You will get the woman with the accent. She always takes my daughter's pictures. Get her here.
(That particular manager is on vacation which is why I'm in her studio).
Me: Ma'am, there is no one to come in here. (I try to stand up to reason with her, then I pass out onto the chair.)
CSM comes onto the scene to take care of what's going on. That's not her job, which makes her even more amazing. She calls for the AM, because I'm about this close to losing it.
AM explains how we lease space and they have no pull with us and trying to calm the crazy lady down. While the SC continues to rant and rave how she's being inconvenienced by me and wants FREEFREEFREE!!!!!!!!eleventy!1!111!
I wound up just putting her on the phone with my DM, so I could get them all out. I rescheduled her damn appointment and had to call my mom, so I could avoid a $1,000 ambulance ride.
At the end of it all, she says to the sweet CSM.
SC: You understand what it's like with kids. Ya know?
(I finally got to the doctor and medicated to control the ick.)
What a fucking douchecunt.
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I think my neighbors two floors below me heard me burst out laughing.
I'm glad that CSM stepped in for you!
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