Frog and Goat

Ask Me If I Care And The Answer Will Be No

Twice this morning someone has wandered by my office, interrupted me and asked where so-and-so is. I have directed them down the hall. The first person evidently is a true dumbass or one of those people with the can't understand directions learning disabilty (in which case, self-disclose and I won't be irritated) because after I pointed and told him the next door on the right he came back still lost. Then I was forced to get up and go out into the hall to show him what I meant when I pointed and said the next door on the right. Oh that door on the right. Yes, the one on the right. Then, I got up to go get cream for my coffee and saw him totally go the wrong way even though a sign directly in front of him urged him to go right. A sign with a big arrow on it. Maybe he has a disability that forces him to go left in order to go right. Or maybe my dumbass assessment is right on the money.

After the second lost soul interrupted me I got up and shut my door. I did not move out here to become the freaking stationmaster or the chatty-cathy-hi-hello-good-morning-fifty-times-even-though-I-already-told-you-that girl.