I was called in to work today (I'm the permanent temp you know) at the orthopedic doctor's office, in the morning I was Smarty Pants: cast miracle worker. In the afternoon it was Smarty Pants: telephone girl. I forgot why I never liked working in an office, I HATE the telephone.
People frequently call with exceptionally stupid questions for which I have little tolerance, I find that I nearly reply with snarky comments that would probably get me fired. My favorite question ever: can you just write me a prescription for insert narcotic drug; or they don't have enough to get through the weekend and couldn't I just call something in - um no I'm not the doctor.
I wonder sometimes why I subject my low tolerance to such high strain, then I remember- oh yeah I get paid, and then I suck it up, and believe me it's a lot of sucking