Silverthorne

So...the guys on the third floor (That's two apartments above me), have just overflowed their toilet. Big time. As in Bathroom Tsunami.

Aaaaaand guess where the run-off is ending up?

Fortunately, all I have is a slow drip in one spot in my bathroom ceiling. At the moment, anyway.

still.

D:

(And WTF did you stuff down your toilet that's going to keep me up half the freaking night in case the poor maintenance guy needs access to my apartment? ARGH!!!!!!)

D: !!!!

PS: And now the main catbox is in the dining room in case the ceiling does give out and flood the bathroom. Thanks, unknown neighbors. :P

BUT.

Seriously. How long have you been a nurse?
How long have you been a nurse here? (Answer: Longer than I've worked here).

Please know what the hell you're asking for, and if it's for a specific patient, tell me so I can play the guessing game that much sooner rather than give it to your supply clerk for later!.

ARGH!!!!!

Okay, asshole, I've sent your 'free' shit back to you (at cost to my own company, since you don't have a contact number I can call and harass you about your own account number for the various couriers) about six times with a professionally polite note attached each time telling you that we cannot accept samples for doctors here at the hospital. I'm about sick of seeing your name on the return address.

I gave the stuff to Med Staff this time, who will have a talk with the addressed physicians (and quite likely, you).

If I see one more thing from your address on my dock, I'm showing up in Hainsport, and shoving whatever it is up your dumb ass after I beat you to death with it. Got that, 'cousin' of mine? (his name is Campbell as well)

NO love, and lots of violence.

Me.

We do not, and cannot, store and/or distribute your drug samples.

Also; the ten doctors you just sent shit to? Do not actually have offices in the hospital, which is where you sent this crap.

In the future, kindly

1) Make sure it's all right to provide samples in the first place.
2) Do your fucking homework and find out where the doctors' offices are, and get the addresses right.
3) Put a fucking phone number on the boxes so that I cna call you to get info on where to send this shit back to, and what DHL/FedEx/UPS account to charge it to, because we do not need to be footing the bill for your lazy-ass fuck up.

Failure to do these things in the future may cause me to find the address on the UPS label and come to PA to beat you to death with your own fucking samples.

Capisce?

No love,
Me.

You've delivered here almost as long as I've worked here. You should know better by now.

So if you're feeling like you just got 'mommied', ( here's why: )

Yeah. Anyhow, after four different instances of running into or reading about entitlement this morning, it only re-enforces my opinions that:

By the time everyone has hit the age of 22, they should have been required to:

1) Spend at least two years of volunteering at places like homeless shelters and in charity work. Bonus points if the place is constantly under-staffed and under-budgeted.

2) Worked a minimum wage job at a grocerie store, on a telemarketer job, or other related customer service job where it's guarenteed they'll have to deal with at least one entitled asshole a day...and have to do it politely and with a smile on their face.

3) Go through at least full basic training in the military; if the other two things haven't managed to instill respect and discipline into you, that oughtta finish you right out.

4) Live for at least three months on a minimum salary themselves and try to budget everything they need/want with what little money is available. Those that don't 'get it' should get time added on until they do.

And this should all happen before/if they get to go to college, and in the case of the lucky, have their way at least partially paid for them while they learn stuff for a 'higher' place in life.

I swear, the next person I see today with a silver spoon shoved up their ass, I'm gonna grab the handle and shove it further up--until it hits brain. B|