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WARNING

09 Feb

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Be careful what you wish for.

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Ever since I wrote about the need to earn my couch time – either physically or mentally – I have been given multiple ways to do just that.

After posting that blog I have had 4 very busy, somewhat stressful days at work.  Two of those days were followed by chaotic evenings with errands, kids’ conflicting schedules, homework and a few arguments.  Each night I collapsed on the couch, mentally and physically exhausted, but almost too stressed.  The couch (and ice cream and my computer) worked its magic, however, so by bed time I was relaxed and feeling better.

I expected today to be somewhat relaxing, and was looking forward to it after 4 really long days.  (Sunday I left the house at 5:45am and did not return until 9:30pm, but remember, I wished for “couch earning” time.)
I slept in til 6am and eagerly went for a run – 30 degrees and slightly windy, but not awful.  That’s where the fun ended.  While trying to organize my children’s after school schedules and get them out the door on time, I discovered my #3 son did not have all his homework completed as promised.  **BIG sigh**  I reinforced AGAIN with him that if he’s going to stay after school for all these activities, he MUST finish his homework.  If this can’t be done, then he will be forced to quit one or more of the extra-curriculars.  They left for school, and I buried my head in my hands.  Will this ever get easier?

Then my husband asked me to stop by the tax assessor’s office located in the Courthouse to drop off some papers.  Being very unfamiliar with the courthouse, I was a little hesitant to go, but I did.  Before entering I read through all the offices located in the building to make sure I was in the right place.  I didn’t see it, but entered anyway.  I met the guard right away.

Guard (sternly):  Can I help you?

Me (friendly, hotel clerky like):  I’m looking for the tax assessor’s office.  Am I in the right place?

Guard (sternly): Down the stairs to the right.  Do you have a cell phone on you?

Me (becoming intimidated, not wanting to cause trouble, so still friendly): Yes. Right here. (I show it to him)

Guard (sternly-ER):  Didn’t you see the sign on the door?

Me (scared):  No, Sir.

Guard (disgusted): That big red sign on the door.  The one that says NO cell phones.

Me (scared-er): Oh, I’m sorry… <long pause while I waited to see what I should do> …Um, Should I leave it with you?

Guard (still disgusted and bothered by the trouble I’m causing him): I’m not supposed to hold on to them here.

Me (very apologetic) Oh, okay.  I’ll take it back to my car.

Guard (interrupting me, still with an authoritative tone): But I will hold it this time.

Me (in a ‘forget-it-now’ tone): That’s alright.  I’ll take it out.

Guard (condescendingly):  If you’re going to the tax assessor’s office, you’re going to be in there a long time.

Me: Well, I’ll just come back then.

I go to the car, and text my husband.  “I am not going into a place that is run by asses.  Sorry.”

I brought the papers back home, and related the story to him.

“I don’t think he had the right to talk to me that way,”  I whined to him.

He nodded in agreement, “Yes.  You’re right.  What did he look like?”

The relief I felt was overwhelming.  Not only was he not upset that he would have to turn the papers in himself, but I have a feeling he’s going to address the issue with the guard.

So I happily told him what I could remember of his looks – which wasn’t much because I was afraid to look at the guy, but it doesn’t really matter now.  My husband’s got my back, and I love it.

I continued on with my day in a much better mood.  I got some laundry done, and the grocery shopping done.  I vacuumed the floors and carpooled a few of the kids.  I’m on the couch and feel okay about being here.

And I know life is hard sometimes, but that just makes couch time even sweeter.  I’d much rather have it this way, than not have earned it at all.

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11 responses to “WARNING

  1. Jules

    February 9, 2012 at 1:11 am

    When Mike and I went to the courthouse over in Illinois to get our marriage license, their was a guard who stopped us when we went in too. Mike took our cell phones back to the car. I’m not sure what the problem is? I guess it can be too distracting while ‘courthouse stuff’ is going on. How about a sign that says “Turn cell phone off or on silent before entering. If an employee hears your cell phone go off, you will be fined $25.”

    They should also put a sign all around the block by the parking spaces that tells you to leave your cell phone in the car. You definitely earned couch time on that one!

     
  2. Jules

    February 9, 2012 at 1:13 am

    *sigh* SORRY— it should be “there” instead of “their”. lol. I know Mike reads comments and will give me crap for that. Mike (and all the other grammar fanatics out there) – I acknowledge my mistake. 🙂 Carry on.

     
    • Mike

      February 25, 2012 at 3:31 pm

      *grin*

       
  3. shadowrun300

    February 9, 2012 at 1:47 am

    I forgive you for the “there” mistake. I find myself correcting them all the time in my own posts. I’m guessin I’ve missed a few though. 🙂
    I wouldn’t have minded taking my phone back to the car, and I probably should have noticed the sign, but I was too busy looking for the tax assessor’s sign. Either way, I didn’t deserve to be talked condescendingly to. “I’m sorry Ma’am, but we don’t allow cell phones in here.” would have been a much more respectful way of telling me.

     
  4. Abby

    February 9, 2012 at 1:52 am

    Sounds like that guard has a chip on his shoulder. Or maybe he just has to deal with annoying people all day and you walked in at the wrong time? Either way, you deserved your couch time!! Your husband earned some kudos (in whatever form you wish…) too!

     
    • shadowrun300

      February 9, 2012 at 2:19 am

      I love that my husband is gonna beat him up for me. 🙂 And you’re right. He deserves (and will receive) kudos from me. 🙂

       
  5. agg79

    February 9, 2012 at 2:12 am

    It sounds like a Prima Donna complex (big ego, small person). Unfortunately, there are a lot of those Barney Fife types out there. Obviously he had something up his craw, but that was downright uncalled for. You definitely deserved some couch time after that encounter. And, it may be just my opinion, but the tax assessor’s office is typically run by asses.

     
  6. shadowrun300

    February 9, 2012 at 2:24 am

    I probably shouldn’t open this topic, but I think most government offices are run by asses. What motivation do they have to be nice? We HAVE to be there. We DON’T have choices of where we can go. And there is very little they can do that will get them fired. If I ran my hotel that way – I’d be out of a job.
    I have thought that maybe it was the way I was dressed. I still had my ball cap on from running this morning, and I was wearing sweats and a hoodie, but I am a kind, respectful, law-abiding citizen, and if it WAS the way I was dressed, then he should not be judging the book by the cover.

     
  7. territerri

    February 9, 2012 at 3:03 am

    I’m sorry you had such a difficult experience with the guard. I never understand people like that. You spend your days putting yourself in other people’s shoes and treating them the way you’d want to be treated. Why can’t everyone be that way. Your hubby is a sweetheart for being in your corner on this one. Enjoy your well-earned couch time!

     
  8. shadowrun300

    February 9, 2012 at 4:04 am

    I guess that makes it even harder to understand how he could be so mean. Because I am in the business of serving others, I expect everyone in the customer service industry to be like me. 🙂 Kind, helpful, and in NO way condescending, even when they ask the dumbest questions.

     
  9. Mike

    February 25, 2012 at 3:33 pm

    What an asshole. Maybe he just hates his job and has no other prospects. It probably wasn’t anything personal, but he still has no right to talk to people that way.

    I’d agree that you earned your couch time.

     

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