fucking a, my secretary is a fucking moron...

all i asked while i was out sick was that she mail the RESPA's to one of my clients with an overnight return envelope for her to shoot it back. so the client calls...

client: hi kym, um, i got the envelope but... there's nothing in it but a return envelope... what am i supposed to sign?

me: ::eye twitch:: what do you mean just the return envelope?!

client: there's nothing but a DHL overnight envelope in the envelope.

me: ::eye twitch:: you're sure?

client: yes, is there any way i can see the forms?

oh, and that's not the end of this idiot...

different client calls:

client: kym, i got charged for the appraisal 3 times on my credit card...

me: ::grinds teeth:: omg, i'm so sorry!

client: i only have 20 bucks left on it and i need my diabetes medicine.

me: excuse me while a bite my secretary in the face. i'll have this fixed within the hour.


i swear, that woman hates me. i'm going to sacrifice her to the telemarketers.

and where is she now? smoke break. third one today. for the last 20 minutes. kill.

From: [identity profile] waffles2poles.livejournal.com


Kill her. Strike her down. It is your destiny...

From: [identity profile] matafleur.livejournal.com


you should do what Rob L. did to Mrs. Heinrich when she was being a complete douche in art class - spit a large wad of phlegm in her coffee. :)
mmm...
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