Curb stomping!
Jul. 17th, 2008 01:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
draggonlaadySome days I would really like to twist my receptionist's neck. She does some unbelievably frustrating things.
Like today, I get back from lunch to be presented with a mostly fledged, apparently perfectly healthy robin chick in an otter-pops box.
Receptionist informs me that a young girl dropped it off with no information except "found it in the yard."
Receptionist apparently is unaware that any child old enough to explain that she caught the bird in her yard is old enough to know her parents' names and phone number, despite having raised several children of her own.
Receptionist also apparently did not think to walk out to the parking lot and look for the parents, since we're about half a mile from town, and I'm pretty sure the kid didn't walk all the way out here, down the highway, on her own. Most likely, the parents were cowering in the car hoping to get away without having to pay anything.
So now I'm stuck with a damn bird that's too old to want to eat from me, and perfectly healthy other than having been picked up by a meddling human while mom was teaching it how to fly. And since I don't know where it came from, I can't take it back. So I can keep it until it starves to death because it won't eat, or I can turn it loose some place random and hope it lives without its parents to teach it anything. Because the receptionist WHO SHOULD BLOODY KNOW BETTER didn't ask the kid her frelling phone number.
GRAH!!!
Like today, I get back from lunch to be presented with a mostly fledged, apparently perfectly healthy robin chick in an otter-pops box.
Receptionist informs me that a young girl dropped it off with no information except "found it in the yard."
Receptionist apparently is unaware that any child old enough to explain that she caught the bird in her yard is old enough to know her parents' names and phone number, despite having raised several children of her own.
Receptionist also apparently did not think to walk out to the parking lot and look for the parents, since we're about half a mile from town, and I'm pretty sure the kid didn't walk all the way out here, down the highway, on her own. Most likely, the parents were cowering in the car hoping to get away without having to pay anything.
So now I'm stuck with a damn bird that's too old to want to eat from me, and perfectly healthy other than having been picked up by a meddling human while mom was teaching it how to fly. And since I don't know where it came from, I can't take it back. So I can keep it until it starves to death because it won't eat, or I can turn it loose some place random and hope it lives without its parents to teach it anything. Because the receptionist WHO SHOULD BLOODY KNOW BETTER didn't ask the kid her frelling phone number.
GRAH!!!
