You know it has been a bad day when.......
Your boss calls in sick after being on vacation since last Wednesday.
You have to call your male receptionist and remind him he is scheduled to work Monday mornings.
You watch said male receptionist take a dog's temperature and the dog craps on the thermometer
and said male receptionist's hand.
You watch said male receptionist walk around with crap on his hand as he makes Dairy Queen soft
serve ice cream jokes.
You see a hairy ass crack peeking out from scrub bottoms, again from said male receptionist.
You hear awful jokes about said hairy ass crack being "Moon over my hammy"
You have to resolve a confrontation from which....
One receptionist, usually kennel manager who sprained her foot and ankle a few weeks ago
and now is on crutches and gives her pity story to clients in wheelchairs about not being able
to walk and generally tells every single breathing person about her foot problems, of which
were initially caused by inappropriate shoes and a fall on the job which has now cost the
company over $1000 in medical bills.....
And....
Another receptionist who sprained her ankle a month ago celtic line dancing in her living room.
On the surface this would not seem such a horrible problem.
But....
First receptionist, sitting in her chair and "unable" to walk, scoots around on a wheeled office chair
backwards, not looking where she is going and....
Rolls over the second receptionist's ankle.
Mayhap and bitchiness ensue.
I offer to let them go out back, gimp vs gimp, no holds barred match.
One stick weapon brawl to determine the winner.
She who scrabbles to get the stick, doesn't get the schtick, so to speak.