I think I have to change my blog title from, “confessions of a youth pastor’s wife” to “confessions of a receptionist!”
Why?
Because I have stories like these….
Student comes in the office.
Me: Hi, how may I help you?
Student: Hi, is a counselor available to sign this form?
Me: Yes they are. I paged one of them out for you and they will be out shortly.
Student: Well how long will it take?
Me: I’m not sure, but a counselor will let you know when they take you in.
Student: I actually can’t meet with someone right now. I’m on my break from class and I need to go back.
Me: Ok
Student: Bye.
Thinking in my head: WHY DO YOU EVEN ASK FOR A COUNSELOR IF YOU DON’T HAVE TIME TO MEET WITH THEM?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?
It was a slow day at work.
