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Friendly County Worker Here At Your Disposal 4:17 p.m. 2005-01-27 Today I may have come across a little rude on the phone to another county worker. Oh slap my hand why doncha ya. I try my best to be the encylopedia everyone claims me of being, but when other agencies call me to get information constantly, it just pisses me off sometimes. It’s not like I don’t want to give out the information, it’s because sometimes I feel like I’m the one and only employee that does not pass the buck around and transfer people to different departments. The courts transfer all calls to Probation, even when people don’t have a probation officer. It is a wonder why most of the probationers are clueless. Well, anyway, word most have gone out at the Child Support that I’m a wealth of information, so I’ve been getting calls from them asking about probationer whereabouts. Never mind that most of these people do not have a probation officer, and that I am going out of my way to find the information through the Courts. I really don’t have to do it if I don’t want to. I could easily tell these people, to call the Courts themselves and let them sit on hold for at least 15 minutes. See how nice I am? Isn’t it sickening? I’m helping Child Support of all places?! How ironic is that?! The one agency that has virtually done close to ZERO for my own case, and here I am giving out information and making their job easier. I did ALL the research on my case. Did they find my ex-husband? No. Did they find his employer? No…I did it all. Don’t they remember me? Aren’t they a tad humble when they are calling ME for information? What is wrong with this picture? It is beyond me how someone like myself with only the access of her personal computer and a phone bill, accomplished so much more than a worker with national record access. Amazing. So, excuse me Mr. Madrigal, (who did nothing for me) when I am a little short on the phone after you call me two times asking for the same address that you did not think to jot down, after I checked into three systems looking for your “lost person” who doesn’t even have a probation officer—a call that I don’t even need to answer. Lucky for you I still remembered the street address before I had to look at all three places again. What do you think I do all day? Sit here and wait for your call? Hardly! I need a new career. I am welcome for suggestions. The thought of stay at home mom gets better, but I think it would drive me slowly insane. There are just so many closets to clean and silver to polish (I don’t have that much silver either). Coelha@aol.com |