Today I woke up extra early - which is odd for a Saturday.
I promised Kyle that I would help him dig out the last of the monster bushes that have plagued our front yard for the past 5 + years. So I'm getting ready to go out and do some yard work when all of the sudden one of my parents come walking down the street - - when I say one of my parents I mean one of the daycare children's parents...
Anyways, she's walking down the street with a look on her face like she's planning on cussing me out or something. So I'm standing there with a spade in my hand waiting...
She walks right up to me - toe to toe, and asks me why I'm not around the corner... I couldn't help but laugh. I start to ask her who the hell she thinks she's talking to, but I stopped myself. Apparently she needed Saturday Care, and was now at my house expecting to receive it. Talk about being crazy.
I try to explain to her that Saturday care is as needed, and must be scheduled in advance - She claims to not know this bit of information, so I show it to her in the handbook (Yes, I keep a handbook with me - one in my bag, one in the car, and one at my house - just in case)...All she can say is "Oh"...
All of the sudden some man (probably in his 50's or so, who said he was her Father) appears behind me, and he starts talking about how I need to get some respect, communicate more, and act more professionally... That's when I loose it. I calmly ask both of those fools how they can even mention the words professionalism and communication, and respect as they stand on my property uninvited on a Effing Saturday Morning demanding care that they have not paid for or scheduled...
They both back down.
I explain to them once again that Saturday care must be Scheduled and paid for in advance. I firmly remind them that ALL Business is to conducted at my place of Business and NOT at my home.
Talk about a crazy start to a Saturday.
1 comment:
WOW!
Those were some fighting words!
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