I was a bad person today. The kind of person I try really hard not to be. The kind of person who makes airline stewards grab a few beers before heading down the inflato slide.
I chewed out the bank employee that called to try to get me to transfer my mortgage to her bank. She called during Evie's nap. It woke her up. She'd been asleep for 30 minutes. It had taken me over an hour to get her to sleep. She has a cold. Her favorite blankies are in the wash and not in her bed. None of this was anymore okay with Evie than it was with me. I have a to do list a mile long and only Evie's usual 2 hour nap for any real productivity. For the second day in a row a telemarketer stole 3/4 of my work time from me. I let her have it.
Now, an hour or so later, with the scent of apple pie wafting through my house from the oven and feeling somewhat more zen from the rhythmic monotony of mopping the floor, I'm having chew out regret. It was not her fault. She was simply doing her job, and despite my raging she remained calm and wished me a happy Thanksgiving.
So, Ms. Telemarketer, where ever you are. I'm sorry. I should not have taken my frustration out on you. Your company's policy of harassing its customers with constant sales pitches and junk mail is annoying but not your fault. I'm sure you are just like my family, trying to earn enough to get by through whatever means of employment you can find in this economy. I hope you have the happiest of Thanksgivings and have many things in your life to be thankful for.
With Sincere Apologies,
P.S. While I'm very sorry I was not more polite about it, my request that your company NEVER call here again still stands. Thanks for understanding.