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[autumnluv143]

It's official...I have no patience for people today. It's probably me..but then again it could be the quality of people that I've dealt with today.

I got several phone calls from old people without the use of their hearing aids, so it was hard not to overhear my conversations with answers like "NO SIR, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO CALL SAM HOUSTON JONES STATE PARK (on the other side of the state)TO MAKE SURE YOUR PHONE NUMBER IS RIGHT IN THEIR COMPUTER. YOUR INFORMATION IS NOT IN MY COMPUTER BECAUSE YOU'VE NEVER CAMPED HERE!....NO, SIR, THIS ISN'T THE CENTRAL OFFICE, THIS IS...YES SIR..HAVE A NICE DAY."

Then there was the girl who works the evening shift coming in and jumping on the computer to look up some local wildlife information and then talking (very loudly) to herself and the computer about the websites she found (aka..saying both the name and the latin name of every owl, whooping crane, kingsnake...etc she could find and then usually followed by an exclamation of "wow! I didn't know we had those here! ). Now for a background, this..again..is probably just me because I fight everyday to make sure she doesn't get on my nerves. She's terribly sweet and very sensitive..but she's a few fries short of a happy meal.

Then I went out on the porch, to escape that and try to eat my measley little lunch in peace with a book. I wasn't out there 10 seconds and a camper came up and needed to (1)bitch about the Otis House Museum and how it advertises that it's open from 9am to 5pm but no one is there. I explained to her that it was guided tours only, and that they were every hour on the hour and she needed to come here and get a ticket anyway. That caused her to (2) bitch about Louisiana (she's from CA) and our Napoleanic laws. We are totally unlike the other states in this country because we feel the need to live by old french laws and now the british laws(I know, I know..I'm falling asleep myself). That turned into a very lengthy discussion about cajuns and where they came from and the true meaning of cajun (I felt like I was holding a class). Then (3)she needed to chat with me privately (I wasn't allowed to tell anyone else) because she needed help and didn't know where to go to get it. I gave her the name of some churches and then gave her some ideas of where to look for jobs. Jobs...pay money...keep food on table and gas in car. Can't live without money.

So then we are back to the girl I work with...who I love dearly, but absolutely hate the fact that she is physically incapable of closing her lips when she eats. She knows it annoys people...and I think she's truly incapable of doing it. To make matters worse, she got right in my ear, while still chewing and tried to figure out what was wrong with the radio...which I was in the process of figuring out. Didn't need two of us working on it.

I still have 2.5 hours to go and I'm sure I'll make it fine. I just need to have patience and take that muscle relaxer I've been drooling about all day.

That should help the chiropractor get me right again for the weekend. I need it, both of my elbows feel like they need to be taken off and put back on the right way.

(btw, this is meant to be humorous...not bitchy, so laugh already)

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So... chewing apples with my mouth open and smacking while you're tied up and blindfolded are a hard limit?

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Lucky for you it's one of the *things* I hate too.