I spent 56 min on the phone with a total crazy pants. She started the call with, “WHY CAN’T YOU GET ANYTHING RIGHT?!?!?!”
Um. What? After I figured out what the hell she was talking about, I spent the next 20 min proving that I was in fact right about something I wrote for work. Eventually, she acquiesced that I wasn’t wrong, but she was still right about the point. Whatever, it doesn’t require a retraction or correction, I don’t care that you think I’m wrong, a certain federal document says that I’m right.
After that was sorted out, she wouldn’t get off the phone and bitched about some things coworkers did (which I have no control over, but I emailed them with her concerns at her request). This is what I did while she talked at me.
And my nails.
Why do the crazies find me?