Monday Rant
Feb. 23rd, 2004 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fatesfollyI NEED a day off. It's not so much that my work is suffering because of this need, but my mental capacity is.
This parishioner came in a few minutes ago with a bulletin from 2002 for a special service we will be doing again in late April. It's called the Kirkin' O the Tartan, and being half Scottish, I should know what that shit is. Anyway, he wants me to make a copy for myself and scan it so that I can update it with the new dates and servers.
It's Crown week and I posted a sign on my door saying this:
"I will be working on the Crown this week. Please leave a message here and I will return al calls at the end of the day."
So this fucker wallks right in... no knock, no heed to the sign. He's surprised we don't have the ability to scan things in OCR, and when I peruse the bulletin, I inform him that it's a good guide for what I will do, but it's way more detailed than what I will do. (The priest who was here in 2002 once was some big-wig at the National Cathedral and I've discovered that her bulletins could direct traffic in downtown NYC.) Then... now THIS is the kicker... I hand him his copy back and tell him I can show him the revised copy sometime around the second week in April. His overly bushy eyebrows shoot up and he says, "it'll take that long?!" Well, no smartass, but it IS only February and this is only a minor service being offered in the afternoon in LATE April. I have fucking Lent, Holy Week and Easter to get through before I will even think about kirkin' some damn tartan.
As always, I give him my 1000 watt smile and send him on his way, sweetly reminding him that it's ONLY February 23rd and that I will be glad to work on this bulletin when I have gotten through Lent and Easter.
I then sit down at my computer and re-make the sign for the door:
"I am UNAVAILABLE due to working on the Crown. If you need me, please leave a message here and I will return all calls at the end of the day. Thank you."
Key West countdown: Two freaking months TO THE DAY until I'm leaving on a jet plane.
This parishioner came in a few minutes ago with a bulletin from 2002 for a special service we will be doing again in late April. It's called the Kirkin' O the Tartan, and being half Scottish, I should know what that shit is. Anyway, he wants me to make a copy for myself and scan it so that I can update it with the new dates and servers.
It's Crown week and I posted a sign on my door saying this:
"I will be working on the Crown this week. Please leave a message here and I will return al calls at the end of the day."
So this fucker wallks right in... no knock, no heed to the sign. He's surprised we don't have the ability to scan things in OCR, and when I peruse the bulletin, I inform him that it's a good guide for what I will do, but it's way more detailed than what I will do. (The priest who was here in 2002 once was some big-wig at the National Cathedral and I've discovered that her bulletins could direct traffic in downtown NYC.) Then... now THIS is the kicker... I hand him his copy back and tell him I can show him the revised copy sometime around the second week in April. His overly bushy eyebrows shoot up and he says, "it'll take that long?!" Well, no smartass, but it IS only February and this is only a minor service being offered in the afternoon in LATE April. I have fucking Lent, Holy Week and Easter to get through before I will even think about kirkin' some damn tartan.
As always, I give him my 1000 watt smile and send him on his way, sweetly reminding him that it's ONLY February 23rd and that I will be glad to work on this bulletin when I have gotten through Lent and Easter.
I then sit down at my computer and re-make the sign for the door:
"I am UNAVAILABLE due to working on the Crown. If you need me, please leave a message here and I will return all calls at the end of the day. Thank you."
Key West countdown: Two freaking months TO THE DAY until I'm leaving on a jet plane.
