Some folks here at work tease me for always getting what I want. As much as I chuckle at their jests, deep down, I really don't like it. I picture myself as a three year-old girl, hands on my hips with pigtails to boot--pouting, demanding, and tears billowing over the rims because I want my way. But in all honesty, they do have a valid point. If there is an issue at work where we need to win over a customer, or get a price reduced, or even get a restaurant to deliver to the office when in reality they don't deliver, they "sick" Heather on them. I'm ashamed to say I have a knack for getting my way...
Yesterday was a battle with doctors. Trying to get appointments with various specialists is all fine and dandy if your General Practitioner provides referrals. But if not, well, you're left on a crick without a paddle (that doesn't sound right...I'm sure my parents will correct me the next time we speak). To make my long story short, I finally got through to my doctor that I needed these referrals in order to get my issues (don't ask, it's a laundry list) figured out. And much to my surprise, she said, "Okay, I'll get those to you right away." Needless to say, after hanging up the phone, I ran down the hall to my friends' office and started jumping up and down saying, "I got it! I got it!" Their response? "Of course, Heather. You always get what you want."
Well...this time I couldn't argue...
No comments:
Post a Comment