Now is it Sweetie. Dear. etc.
Lately everyone seems to want to call me these names. People who barely know me. But they do know my name.
Case in point, The assistant manager of my apartment complex. She just called to complain that I do not have my renters insurance page that she needs. Well. my policy does not expire until August. She is a completely nasty person. A few months ago, I shorted the rent check by a whopping 9.00 USD. (They combine our utilities and rent and sometimes it’s confusing to me what I actually owe.) I got a very excited call from her. I told her I’d bring it by in the afternoon as I was at work. She then began screeching at me that it had to be a check. I said, fine I will bring you a check. She screeched longer. When I first moved in, I had purchased a new car. Yes, A brand new one. She made multiple comments about how “It must be nice to afford a new car” As if it was any of her business. I mean, hey, I am so sorry that she is stuck working what is by all means, a fairly unpleasant job which probably doesn’t pay that well, but that was her choices in life, not mine. If I want a new car (and in this case, I needed one as my trusty car had broken down irreparably.) I will get one without the commentary on an assistant manager of my apartment building.
During my renewal process, I called and renegotiated my contract from a 5% increase to a 3% increase as there really has not been any improvement in the services. I spoke to the manager and told her that I really disliked this lady. The manager told me I didn’t have to deal with her any more. BUT then today, she calls. So I do the very best I can to be civil, because after all, she is just doing her job- and we know that some people are not very good at their jobs.
Today she called and was telling me that a year ago an incorrect document was provided for renter’s insurance. Well…they didn’t note it until now, so this is really not my issue. I have the required insurance.
At the end of the phone call she made that fatal mistake. She called me Honey. Oh this is so not going to end too well for her. I have a package coming this week…So I will have to go by the office. I wonder if she would enjoy being called “sugar” by me? Except fot he fact that doing so may make me barf.
Deep cleansing breaths.