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I actually typed this thread as it was happening, saved it onto my USB stick and took it home with me to post on here. Everything in here was typed as it happened, so I apologise in advance for any language or comments inside. You will get to see a special kind of rage from me tonight.
I started typing notes for this thread so that I could use it when I got home. I had no idea it would spiral into this. You may think in parts I am being overly-harsh about this lady, but I am not kidding when I say that this was the most ignorant, rude, oblivious woman I have ever encountered on a phone. She tops every single SC I have encountered who would attempt to order while on their phone.
A lot of my actions in this thread are very passive aggressive. Normally I would not have been, but there were a lot of important people in the school this evening, and I didn’t want a scene in front of them.
So let the live show begin!
A woman has been sat on the chairs in the reception area talking on her phone for half an hour now. She is meant to be at a big presentation we have going on tonight, but she left the hall to take a call. Her conversation has been fantastically depressing. She has talking about everything from her mother’s death to her financial problems, and she is currently discussing the breakdown of her marriage.
She is speaking in a very loud, shrill voice. It is actually getting my back up at the minute. She is sat about ten feet away from me, and I can hear her as if she is shouting in my ear.
“He’s telling everyone on Facebook I want all his money! I don’t want anything off of him!”
“He is planning a holiday in America. He is saying he is going to blow all his savings in Vegas! I am entitled to half of that!”
I thought you didn’t want anything off of him?
“All I wanted from the divorce was the house and about £30,000 to get my new life started. Is that so terrible? He says that seeing as it was my fault, I shouldn’t get anything, but he just can’t leave me with nothing.”
She has started pacing the reception area. She keeps meeting my eyes and looking at me as if to say “Can I help you?”
“All he wants to do is blow all of his money on alcohol, gambling and cocaine. What am I going to get? Nothing!”
She is stood about a foot away from me. Seriously bitch, you are starting to disturb my calm.
“He is telling everyone allsorts on Facebook. He was leaving really mean status updates about me the other day! My solicitor says I should delete him, but why should I? I want to know what he is saying about me!”
Lady, you are well into your fifties. Grow the fuck up.
“How’s your divorce going Louise?”
Ah yes, what a bright little conversation they are having. Nothing like a couple of bff’s talking about their lovely lives.
“He has another woman alreadddyy?”
“The breakdown of your marriage may have been down to you, but that is no reason to give him money. You earned that money, he didn’t, so why should he get any?”
Am I hearing a complete double standard here?
“If you give him any money he will spend it on cocaine. You know what he’s like.”
What is she doing? What the hell is she doing??? The bitch has just decided to sit on my desk! Fucking move! I don’t know what the hell she is playing at! Get off my desk bitch!
What the hell! She has just picked up my notebook and has started flicking through it! Right! I have snatched it off her, and have got a dirty look for it. She has finally got down, now she is leaning on my desk talking.
“How is your dad doing with his problems?”
“We have to feel pity for them Louise, it is a diseassssee, like cancer, or diabetes!”
She has just started discussing alcohol addiction. My God. Really, I do not want to hear this. You have completely wrecked my shift. I was actually getting a lot of work done until you came along, and then I had to start typing this, because believe me, if I hadn’t started typing this, you would have been punched in the face, and that would have just been another depressing topic of conversation for you and your friend Louise.
She has both her elbows on the desk and is slouched down talking on the phone.
“Oh Louise, did I mention he wanted the engagement ring back? I mean, I know it belonged to his grandmother and everything, but he gave it to me. It’s worth a lot of money, and it’s another thing I am fighting for in the divorce.”
“I am glad you are supporting me Louise.”
Yeah, you and Louise sound like a fun bunch.
One of the teachers is leaving the building. She quietly says goodbye to me, attempting to show the ignorant woman on the phone some consideration.
Me: SEE YOU LATER! HAVE A GOOD EVENING!
Yes! The bitch has just given me a dirty look and has finally moved away from the desk! Teacher leaves.
Fuck! She is back! She is leaning over the top of my desk like some sort of slovenly teenager. Seriously bitch, I do not want to see your fifty-five year old cleavage.
She has just turned to me and whispered “You are typing a little loud, aren’t you?” BITCH! I AM TYPING ABOUT YOU! Just for that I am going to make sure I hit every key extra hard.
Crap, I need to go into the next room to collect some copies I started a while back. OK, I am going to go, and I am going to slam the door as loud as I can (without damaging it of course). Must make sure I save and quit before I go though. I kinda want her to read this, but if she reports me I could get in trouble for wasting time talking about this bitch.
OK, here I go!
Ha! The slam frightened the shit out of her! “OOPS! SORRY!” I have said in the most fake apologetic voice imaginable.
Jesus bitch, you have been here for an hour and you are STILL talking about your divorce. What the hell did you come here for? You have missed three quarters of the presentation!
“Oh I know Louise, what are we going to do? I have got used to a certain kind of lifestyle, I don’t want to give that up! And he’s calling me money grabbing on Facebook, and saying all kinds of mean things on Facebook! It’s a good job Facebook exists! I wouldn’t know what he thought of me otherwise!”
There is only one thing for it. I don’t dare actually tell this woman to shut the fuck up. She could turn around and say that I shouted at her when she didn’t even say anything to me. I am going to have to be very passive-aggressive about this. I am going to let out the worlds biggest sigh. Ready.
One…
Two…
Three…
Wow! It got her attention! Oh wait, she has just turned her back on me! Now she is has her back leaning against the desk! Right, time for something else. I am going to start swinging my feet and kicking the desk. Here we go.
I think it’s working! Wow! She is actually moving!
And she’s gone! Thank the fucking Lord!! She has disappeared down a corridor.
Noooo, I can hear her again! Her shrill voice is getting louder and louder. She is getting closer!
Phew, it’s getting fainter again. I think she’s gone.
Presentation is over, and she has walked out with everyone else, and she is still on her phone.
I need to give an honourable mention to the keyboard I am typing this on. Seriously, it is a miracle you are still working!
And now we’re back to normal.
What an ignorant woman. There was absolutely no need for that. It is a very nice, warm and sunny night. She could have just as easily walked outside and sat on a bench to have her conversation. It would have been a nicer atmosphere, it may have even cheered her up a bit!
I started typing notes for this thread so that I could use it when I got home. I had no idea it would spiral into this. You may think in parts I am being overly-harsh about this lady, but I am not kidding when I say that this was the most ignorant, rude, oblivious woman I have ever encountered on a phone. She tops every single SC I have encountered who would attempt to order while on their phone.
A lot of my actions in this thread are very passive aggressive. Normally I would not have been, but there were a lot of important people in the school this evening, and I didn’t want a scene in front of them.
So let the live show begin!
A woman has been sat on the chairs in the reception area talking on her phone for half an hour now. She is meant to be at a big presentation we have going on tonight, but she left the hall to take a call. Her conversation has been fantastically depressing. She has talking about everything from her mother’s death to her financial problems, and she is currently discussing the breakdown of her marriage.
She is speaking in a very loud, shrill voice. It is actually getting my back up at the minute. She is sat about ten feet away from me, and I can hear her as if she is shouting in my ear.
“He’s telling everyone on Facebook I want all his money! I don’t want anything off of him!”
“He is planning a holiday in America. He is saying he is going to blow all his savings in Vegas! I am entitled to half of that!”
I thought you didn’t want anything off of him?
“All I wanted from the divorce was the house and about £30,000 to get my new life started. Is that so terrible? He says that seeing as it was my fault, I shouldn’t get anything, but he just can’t leave me with nothing.”
She has started pacing the reception area. She keeps meeting my eyes and looking at me as if to say “Can I help you?”
“All he wants to do is blow all of his money on alcohol, gambling and cocaine. What am I going to get? Nothing!”
She is stood about a foot away from me. Seriously bitch, you are starting to disturb my calm.
“He is telling everyone allsorts on Facebook. He was leaving really mean status updates about me the other day! My solicitor says I should delete him, but why should I? I want to know what he is saying about me!”
Lady, you are well into your fifties. Grow the fuck up.
“How’s your divorce going Louise?”
Ah yes, what a bright little conversation they are having. Nothing like a couple of bff’s talking about their lovely lives.
“He has another woman alreadddyy?”
“The breakdown of your marriage may have been down to you, but that is no reason to give him money. You earned that money, he didn’t, so why should he get any?”
Am I hearing a complete double standard here?
“If you give him any money he will spend it on cocaine. You know what he’s like.”
What is she doing? What the hell is she doing??? The bitch has just decided to sit on my desk! Fucking move! I don’t know what the hell she is playing at! Get off my desk bitch!
What the hell! She has just picked up my notebook and has started flicking through it! Right! I have snatched it off her, and have got a dirty look for it. She has finally got down, now she is leaning on my desk talking.
“How is your dad doing with his problems?”
“We have to feel pity for them Louise, it is a diseassssee, like cancer, or diabetes!”
She has just started discussing alcohol addiction. My God. Really, I do not want to hear this. You have completely wrecked my shift. I was actually getting a lot of work done until you came along, and then I had to start typing this, because believe me, if I hadn’t started typing this, you would have been punched in the face, and that would have just been another depressing topic of conversation for you and your friend Louise.
She has both her elbows on the desk and is slouched down talking on the phone.
“Oh Louise, did I mention he wanted the engagement ring back? I mean, I know it belonged to his grandmother and everything, but he gave it to me. It’s worth a lot of money, and it’s another thing I am fighting for in the divorce.”
“I am glad you are supporting me Louise.”
Yeah, you and Louise sound like a fun bunch.
One of the teachers is leaving the building. She quietly says goodbye to me, attempting to show the ignorant woman on the phone some consideration.
Me: SEE YOU LATER! HAVE A GOOD EVENING!
Yes! The bitch has just given me a dirty look and has finally moved away from the desk! Teacher leaves.
Fuck! She is back! She is leaning over the top of my desk like some sort of slovenly teenager. Seriously bitch, I do not want to see your fifty-five year old cleavage.
She has just turned to me and whispered “You are typing a little loud, aren’t you?” BITCH! I AM TYPING ABOUT YOU! Just for that I am going to make sure I hit every key extra hard.
Crap, I need to go into the next room to collect some copies I started a while back. OK, I am going to go, and I am going to slam the door as loud as I can (without damaging it of course). Must make sure I save and quit before I go though. I kinda want her to read this, but if she reports me I could get in trouble for wasting time talking about this bitch.
OK, here I go!
Ha! The slam frightened the shit out of her! “OOPS! SORRY!” I have said in the most fake apologetic voice imaginable.
Jesus bitch, you have been here for an hour and you are STILL talking about your divorce. What the hell did you come here for? You have missed three quarters of the presentation!
“Oh I know Louise, what are we going to do? I have got used to a certain kind of lifestyle, I don’t want to give that up! And he’s calling me money grabbing on Facebook, and saying all kinds of mean things on Facebook! It’s a good job Facebook exists! I wouldn’t know what he thought of me otherwise!”
There is only one thing for it. I don’t dare actually tell this woman to shut the fuck up. She could turn around and say that I shouted at her when she didn’t even say anything to me. I am going to have to be very passive-aggressive about this. I am going to let out the worlds biggest sigh. Ready.
One…
Two…
Three…
Wow! It got her attention! Oh wait, she has just turned her back on me! Now she is has her back leaning against the desk! Right, time for something else. I am going to start swinging my feet and kicking the desk. Here we go.
I think it’s working! Wow! She is actually moving!
And she’s gone! Thank the fucking Lord!! She has disappeared down a corridor.
Noooo, I can hear her again! Her shrill voice is getting louder and louder. She is getting closer!
Phew, it’s getting fainter again. I think she’s gone.
Presentation is over, and she has walked out with everyone else, and she is still on her phone.
I need to give an honourable mention to the keyboard I am typing this on. Seriously, it is a miracle you are still working!
And now we’re back to normal.
What an ignorant woman. There was absolutely no need for that. It is a very nice, warm and sunny night. She could have just as easily walked outside and sat on a bench to have her conversation. It would have been a nicer atmosphere, it may have even cheered her up a bit!
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