Ah! Old people...
Wow! I actually HAVE something to say about my job!...
...Nothing much... Really.
So around 13h30, there's a couple of old folks who ring the bell. By doing that, I already know that they don't come often (this freaking bell never misses to make me jump of my seat, godammit!).
The old man seems a bit impatient and tell the woman to speak to me, since I'm the one who can let them trough the second door.
Unsurprisingly, they ask to see a sister named Odette Bertrand (if I recall), a person who doesn't live here.
So I'm asking if this person, is hospitalised or something. Because, if she is, she must be at the nursery, the building right beside us, wich is also a property of this religious... confederation(?). I haven't resolve the mystery yet, but people often come here instead of this building.
Maybe it was the small window in the wall between us or maybe I was unclear... or maybe she was a bit deaf... But in any case, she did not seems to understand me and just went silent. So I got up, went near the little window and tell them that Odette Bertrand would probably be at the building just a bit further.
Then the man speaks to me and asks me if they are at the 86. "No, you are not. The 86 is this way. Here, You're at the 80 and 82." (And I can't do anything for you if you're not able to read the stupid numbers on those stupid mailboxes.)
- "And is the 86 WRITTEN somewhere, at that building you're talking about?"
- "Huh... I dunno, I never went myself."
The woman (with a little desesperate smile, masking her frustration) - "But we walked all the way until here... And it's hot outside... "
(WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO DO!? WANT ME TO TAKE YOU ON MY BACK SO I CAN BRING YOU TO THAT DAMN BUILDING??? SO YOU WON'T HAVE TO WALK SIX STEPS MORE!??)
While they get out - "Heh... I'm sorry..."
The man - "No, WE are!"
...Stupids oldbags! o_o
...Nothing much... Really.
So around 13h30, there's a couple of old folks who ring the bell. By doing that, I already know that they don't come often (this freaking bell never misses to make me jump of my seat, godammit!).
The old man seems a bit impatient and tell the woman to speak to me, since I'm the one who can let them trough the second door.
Unsurprisingly, they ask to see a sister named Odette Bertrand (if I recall), a person who doesn't live here.
So I'm asking if this person, is hospitalised or something. Because, if she is, she must be at the nursery, the building right beside us, wich is also a property of this religious... confederation(?). I haven't resolve the mystery yet, but people often come here instead of this building.
Maybe it was the small window in the wall between us or maybe I was unclear... or maybe she was a bit deaf... But in any case, she did not seems to understand me and just went silent. So I got up, went near the little window and tell them that Odette Bertrand would probably be at the building just a bit further.
Then the man speaks to me and asks me if they are at the 86. "No, you are not. The 86 is this way. Here, You're at the 80 and 82." (And I can't do anything for you if you're not able to read the stupid numbers on those stupid mailboxes.)
- "And is the 86 WRITTEN somewhere, at that building you're talking about?"
- "Huh... I dunno, I never went myself."
The woman (with a little desesperate smile, masking her frustration) - "But we walked all the way until here... And it's hot outside... "
(WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO DO!? WANT ME TO TAKE YOU ON MY BACK SO I CAN BRING YOU TO THAT DAMN BUILDING??? SO YOU WON'T HAVE TO WALK SIX STEPS MORE!??)
While they get out - "Heh... I'm sorry..."
The man - "No, WE are!"
...Stupids oldbags! o_o