The Pink Shoe Diaries

i have always been pretty good at finding someone to be b*tchy with me, whether it's waiting in a doctor's office, on the T, or at work. there is always someone around who is just dying to b*tch about something...they are just waiting for the right person to bring it out. well, that person is me. you can be the nicest, sweetest person in the world but when you meet me you will find yourself saying nasty and vile things about your boyfriend, your boss, that smelly man sitting across from you. i don't know why i have this power, but i have come to accept it.

so in my office, that person is Z, the mild mannered and sweet receptionist who i have been sitting with for the past few hours at work. people call, they complain, we assist them, and when they hang up we roll our eyes and make fun of them for the next few hours. i am not a complete beast though...really some of the people who call here are out of control. if you rent in the city..you pretty much have to face facts that you will have a mice infestation/heating problems/plumbing problems at any given moment. possibly even all three at once. and while this blows, you are paying $900 for a 1 bedroom and should face facts. an apporopriate way to deal with these problems is to call me, calnly state your issue, and i will be glad to send a plumber, a heating guy or a pest control guy over to you as soon as possible. an inappropriate way to deal with these problems is to send over a dead mouse wrapped in newspaper. this is both uncouth and a stellar way to give me the bubonic plague...not to mention a great way to have me NOT call the exterminators until the end of the day.

also: threatening not to pay rent when we are not the ones collecting your rent is a weak threat. that's like me saying to you "if you don't come here and fix my leak they i won't pay my car insurance this month. so there!".

i love it though. i really do. retardation is the spice of life.