WHICH ONE OF YOU WANTS TO SERVE?

Day two of the week feels like day 2000 in hell. Work people have the tendency to just get at that last nerve you have left and screw around with it until it catches fire and burns you the hell up. What was I thinking, working in an office?! I am an artist! These people see you working your behind off and will still obnoxiously interrupt you to say something pretentious and ignorant, with the authority of a king, and wait for you to bow a few times, shine their shoes while you're down there, and quiver in their presence once you stand again. Don't you dare make eye contact. You are a peasant. LOL


Okay so now that I've gotten that off my chest. Let me tell you what happened today.


It was a a busy day at the office. Calls were coming into the switchboard left and right. Guests were fighting amongst themselves to be next in line. Both of us Receptionists were on top of things...Ida Rose and I.  As things finally started to calm down, a lone man walked up to the front desk.  "Hi!" We both greeted the man with the over exaggerated enthusiasm of losing one's mind, simultaneously. That was rare because Ida Rose rarely looks up and notices that someone has entered... The man chose a spot between us and looked back and forth at us for a few seconds. We waited. He actually looked perplexed. Then he opened both hands and gestured to each of us and said, "Well which one of you wants to serve?"


There were so many things wrong with that question.


All I can tell you is that Ida Rose helped the man because I could not stop laughing. I think they actually drove me crazy that day.

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