bitchy_merlin | im in ur office, phoning ur peeps

Y halo thar.

I’m at work, doing same old, same old and generally being bored and employed. It looks kind of fantastically windy outside, and I wish I were out there because I’m wearing pants today – hah! – and therefore my chances of flashing random strangers are significantly decreased.

In other news, the entirety of the GTA has apparently decided to ignore their phones for the day.

I really wish I had, like, a fic rec or something interesting to share with you guys, but there’s the whole “I’m at work and they can track my internet usage” thing, which is the reason I’m typing this in Word before I c/p it to my LJ. And I would post some delightfully entertaining snippet of gossip or something about my coworkers, but nothing has happened today, so the gossip meter is dreadfully low.

(I am, however, convinced that there is or will soon be something going on between co-worker Snarly McGrumpyPants and co-worker Iwill CutYourBallsOff. McGrumpyPants is totally sweet on CutYourBallsOff – he keeps trying to take her out for ice cream and Tim’s runs, which is obviously the equivalent of a date. Only problem is, she seems more interested in, y’know, cutting his balls off (verbally) than going out with him. But I think she’s sekkritly amused at his attempts to hang out. It is my firm belief that one day she will yield and they will go have ice cream together while puppies and kittens frolic beneath rainbows.)

I take that back. They’re both just really sweet on each other. It’s kind of cute and amusing.

Also, can I just take a moment to mention exactly how much it pisses me off when I call and a parent/guardian berates me because they “really don’t have the time for this”. Excuse me? “This”, the thing you don’t have time for? That’s your child you’re talking about! What do you mean you can’t take three minutes – three minutes – to arrange an appointment to discuss treatment that could ensure your child’s success in life? I might just be a summer student, but I’m a summer student who’s trying to help your child get the help and support he or she needs to do well! So when you hang up the phone on me (which I’m fine with, by the way, I don’t like talking to people either), you’re saying that you’d rather have your child suffer through what could be the rest of their school career than spend thirty-three minutes talking about your child’s welfare. Hell, the part that you’re too busy for? That’s the three minute conversation with me where we arrange a suitable time for the half-hour phone intake session. During which you can, y’know, decline service if you feel your kid doesn’t need it. You can decline service at any time. But at least consider it. You brought your child into the world; the least you can do is consider the fact that if they’ve been recommended for occupational or somesuch therapy then they might actually need it. Because this phone call isn’t just about you. It’s about your child, and you’d do well to remember that.

TL;DR: ~~GIVE ME YOUR FACE~~ THINK OF THE CHILDRENNNNNNN

On the other hand, I’m getting a lot faster at dialling numbers on the office phone. It’s kind of sad that I find this so amusing.

If only I could get my flist to resemble a page from the work website – my procrastination would be unstoppable!