“That is none of your business and you really need to learn your place.”
“I feel really sorry for you that you hate being a social worker so much that you have to be so rude. You should find a new profession. In fact, I’ll suggest that to your supervisor, too.”
“Your caseload must be really high that it takes you a whole day to return my phone call. Maybe you need an assistant.”
That last one, finally, hits the truth.
I do need an assistant to return ridiculous phone calls for me, soothe the nerves of needy clients and do all the godforsaken paperwork that justifies my seat at this desk. All that crap handled by someone else and out of my way, I’ll have plenty of time to:
Tell them only what they want to hear
Do all the stuff they seem to think is my responsibility, rather than doing a thing for themselves.
I’ve been at this far too long to be as surprised as I am by the hostility flung my way on a daily basis. I guess I’m just surprised that I’m surprised anymore.
Is it Friday yet?