*staring off into the distance*

[seperis]

One of the more bewildering things is a client will give me their name, ssn, address, number of kids, and sometimes terrifyingly personal information over the phone, then when I can't answer their question the way they want, resort to using profanity in a couple of languages directed at me.

It's not so much that I'd use the information for evil, like, *ever*, or that any of us would. But I have to admit. When I am say, calling for tech support or some issue, if I'm reasonably sure anyone could track me down to kill me? I'm rather nice.

I don't think there is anything like working in social services to really really make you lose your faith in humanity, and possibly, in the healing powers of chocolate. I need to test that during lunch.

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[lurkerlynne.livejournal.com]

Ah, the public... And to think I just work in a deli and hafta deal with hungry jackasses who lose their manners somehwere between the door and my counter. Nossir, I don't get paid by the half hour, I get paid by the asshole. Thanks for walking up.

You get the ones that must use reason and thinking ability. Gah. ::offers Belgiun chocolate::

On the other hand, do ya learn new cusswords?