Wednesday, March 4, 2009

He wore a tartan vest of Royal Stewart.

Seriously. I checked that shit out. It was that bright red plaid shit. Was insane. Hurt eyes.

We shall call him KKS. I want to call him KKK but that is just downright inappropriate. Or Colonel Sanders as he has the apropos facial pouf. His name is annoying. His vest was annoying. He was fucking annoying. His assistant called last week to set up an appointment for him to meet with my boss to discuss... something. Whatever they're working on. I don't do work on it, it involves a minor child, that's all I know. That annoyed me as I hate it when someone has someone else call for them to make an appointment. Even worse is 'Call so and so for me' with the intention of speaking to them but the initial caller has to say 'My boss thinks they're a big badass so I am going to have to put you on hold. This could have totally been avoided if they'd called you themselves but alas, they could not for reasons unbeknownst to anyone.' Just a side note, I also hate when people call on speakerphone. I've found that it's mainly attorneys that do this. Attorneys and my ex's entire family. God that was so goddamn rude/annoying/stupid. Back to the point...

KKS shows up. In his Royal Stewart tartan vest. He starts the conversation with my boss asking what she wanted to speak about as she scheduled this meeting. Um. No. Your assistant called and spoke with me and said you wanted to schedule an appt to discuss this 'case'. So I did what she/you wanted. So he chooses to now ignore that statement. Which is fine because my boss decides to remind him that said appointment, that he scheduled, is set for tomorrow at 10a. He arrived at 10.20a today, which is rude if he thought the appointment was indeed today. Asshole. So he wants to meet today, boss says no sorry- got court. Doesn't seem to matter to him as he stands in the hallway and continues to talk to her. She pauses to say something, and he says 'I've never seen an attorney speechless.' Look here motherfucker. You are: 1. rude. 2. old. 3. a horrible dresser. 4. rude. I mean really- this guy is fucking weird when he calls but just because you have no sense of style or coordination or any clue what year it is doesn't mean you can be a pompous asshole. Maybe if you weren't wearing that vest, but dear sweet baby Jesus, that just ruined it for you.

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