Impossible questions. I effing hate them. I also hate probing questions. And inquisitive questions. And thinking questions. I guess I just hate questions in general. Let me elaborate...
My boss loves to ask questions I can't POSSIBLY know the answer to. Such as "Why did they DO THAT?!?!" in reference to one of our brilliant clients. I don't effing know. I don't effing CARE. It's done. I am just the messenger at this point. Another example, my boss' partner got off the elevator this morning and asks "Why is the elevator phone trying to sell me a credit card?" Why the hell would you ask me that? I'm at my DESK. Not in the damn elevator. I don't know why the crap it's doing what it's doing. I'm a paralegal, not an elevator psychic. They didn't offer that AAS while I was obtaining my education, so sorry. Finally, someone called yesterday and this morning to ask me why someone was doing things they found unacceptable. One was in reference to a mortgage company who had apparently stopped foreclosure proceedings and I was asked why they would do that. Huh. Not sure. Call them perhaps?? The other call was asking why the attorney's office that represented her son in a chapter 13 bankruptcy (which is not our firm) was not returning his calls regarding a foreclosure. There are so many things I find wrong with that situation. First, we should all know by know how much I LOVE when mommies call for their grown sons. And this woman was in her 70's so I know her son was old enough to operate the telephone. Secondly, your baby boy HAS an attorney. I can't tell you a damn thing. And finally, why would you ask me why the other office is not returning your calls? Seriously? I would PERSONALLY recommend perhaps calling them every hour til you got what you wanted. I don't effing know why they're not calling you back, ma'am. No clue. No reason I should have a clue either. Just sayin...
My boss also has a fondness for probing and inquisitive (*READ: NOSEY*) questions. So does my mother sometimes. And my father. All I have to say about these questions is don't ask me something that you REALLY don't want to know the answer to. Next.
Questions that are asked patronizingly piss me off the most. We are talking about something, and you ask me something to the affect of 'If your windshield is fogged up, will hot air or cold air de-fog it better?'. Look. I don't mind to 'think' about crap. However, when said thinking is unwanted at the time (driving down the interstate at 2.00am), I do not wish to start contemplating the affects of hot air v. cold air v. the temperature/humidity/etc and the affects all these have on a piece of damn glass. I like discussions. I like being asked for my thoughts, views, beliefs, whatever. But do not quiz me on things. It's annoying. The end.
So in closing, perhaps my real issue is with conversation period. I don't like to talk a lot (gasp! I know. But verbal communication is NOT my strong suit. Frankly, I hate it.) and am much better at getting my feelings/point across in writing. So from now on I am implementing a comment box. If you have a question or anything to say to me at all, please find me, find box, and drop in slot. And do not worry that it resembles a paper shredder. It's a newfangled... thing. Promise.
My boss loves to ask questions I can't POSSIBLY know the answer to. Such as "Why did they DO THAT?!?!" in reference to one of our brilliant clients. I don't effing know. I don't effing CARE. It's done. I am just the messenger at this point. Another example, my boss' partner got off the elevator this morning and asks "Why is the elevator phone trying to sell me a credit card?" Why the hell would you ask me that? I'm at my DESK. Not in the damn elevator. I don't know why the crap it's doing what it's doing. I'm a paralegal, not an elevator psychic. They didn't offer that AAS while I was obtaining my education, so sorry. Finally, someone called yesterday and this morning to ask me why someone was doing things they found unacceptable. One was in reference to a mortgage company who had apparently stopped foreclosure proceedings and I was asked why they would do that. Huh. Not sure. Call them perhaps?? The other call was asking why the attorney's office that represented her son in a chapter 13 bankruptcy (which is not our firm) was not returning his calls regarding a foreclosure. There are so many things I find wrong with that situation. First, we should all know by know how much I LOVE when mommies call for their grown sons. And this woman was in her 70's so I know her son was old enough to operate the telephone. Secondly, your baby boy HAS an attorney. I can't tell you a damn thing. And finally, why would you ask me why the other office is not returning your calls? Seriously? I would PERSONALLY recommend perhaps calling them every hour til you got what you wanted. I don't effing know why they're not calling you back, ma'am. No clue. No reason I should have a clue either. Just sayin...
My boss also has a fondness for probing and inquisitive (*READ: NOSEY*) questions. So does my mother sometimes. And my father. All I have to say about these questions is don't ask me something that you REALLY don't want to know the answer to. Next.
Questions that are asked patronizingly piss me off the most. We are talking about something, and you ask me something to the affect of 'If your windshield is fogged up, will hot air or cold air de-fog it better?'. Look. I don't mind to 'think' about crap. However, when said thinking is unwanted at the time (driving down the interstate at 2.00am), I do not wish to start contemplating the affects of hot air v. cold air v. the temperature/humidity/etc and the affects all these have on a piece of damn glass. I like discussions. I like being asked for my thoughts, views, beliefs, whatever. But do not quiz me on things. It's annoying. The end.
So in closing, perhaps my real issue is with conversation period. I don't like to talk a lot (gasp! I know. But verbal communication is NOT my strong suit. Frankly, I hate it.) and am much better at getting my feelings/point across in writing. So from now on I am implementing a comment box. If you have a question or anything to say to me at all, please find me, find box, and drop in slot. And do not worry that it resembles a paper shredder. It's a newfangled... thing. Promise.
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