|Why I believe in gun control...
||[Aug. 23rd, 2006|08:07 am]
|||||Pogues, Hell's Ditch||]|
So, I've got neighbors complaining that they feel excluded from some of our neighborhood activities...it's true, they don't get invited to everything. A lot of that of course, is because they didn't want to give me their e-mail address for invites and well, I'm just too damn busy to track everyone down. And, in the 8 years I've lived here...I've never been invited to any of their events.
37 e-mails in my in-box in which I asked the recipient for the answer to three or fewer simple questions and to which they replied by answering only some of the questions or totally ignored the questions and responded with something completely unhelpful. And I would consider "I don't know and I don't care" to be helpful, at this rate; my bar is pretty low. But now I gotta send out 37 more e-mails to follow up and beat the remaining information out of these people.
I'm dealing with people who failed to do their jobs, don't even seem regretful or sorry, and are now attacking me since I've fallen behind on my part...because, of course, I've been so busy trying to sort out the %* they just threw in a box and dumped on my doorstep.
I tried to be diligent and follow-up with several client and business associates who had questions yesterday and could not get the questioner to shut up long enough to hear my answer. If you don't want my answer, don't ask me. If you do ask me, shut the $%*^ up while I answer it.
I had someone holler at me this morning "Get the $*&% out of the road, you moron" while I was walking the dogs. Okay. So, it's a residential street and he could have simply driven on the other side of the road to pass me. Or a polite little "honk" to draw my attention to his presence. But I understand, because, after all, the 10 second delay I caused, trying to get my limping lame dog across the street, will ruin his entire day.
See, if it was easy for me to lay my hands on a gun, I'd be a woman looking for a bell-tower right now...