Yeah, this is a good one that I just had to bitch about!!

At 8:30 this morning my phone rings and the guy identifies himself and says he owns property on such and such a road and asks if I am the clerk for the town. I said no, I’m the clerk for the village; not the town. He says well how come they gave me your number? I said who gave you my number? He said he called the town and the voice message said to call me. OMG DUH! I then had to explain that he called the village office and that the voice message refers you to me if you need immediate assistance. He then asked who to contact for the town and I told him and he goes on to say well do you work with her and I said NO, she’s for the town and I am for the village. He then asked, what’s the difference? OH MY FUCKING GOD! You own property in the town and you have no idea where it is or what the difference is between a town and a village!!! Stupid rich city people!! I said the village is the city and the town is in the country, they are separate. I still don’t think he had his light bulb moment but seeing that the fuck head woke me up I wasn’t going to help any further than that. He asked if I had her number and I said no, it’s in the phone book, this is her name it’s listed under Fred and Wilma. Good God, now I’m fucking directory assistance too I guess! At the rate he was going I’m surprised he didn’t ask me to hold his dick while he pissed.

Ironically enough, this is actually the second call I’ve had in recent weeks for the same thing but the woman who called caught me in a better mood and was nice though just an ignorant of the area in which she owns property. I did look up the town clerk’s number for her.

Grrrrrrrrrrr

I know, this isn’t new news……………..

Part of my job is to collect property taxes each year. Since I have been doing this, the law has stated tax payments needed to be POSTMARKED by January 31. This meant that it might be February 3 before you got them but that was about the last day you should expect them. This year, the law changed and now they are allowing people to MAIL their payments out as late as February 7 which I think is ridiculous but it’s not up to me.

This morning I had a call from this fucking bitch I have to deal with who is a property owner and she proceeded to go into this big dissertation that she saw an article in the paper that she didn’t have to mail her taxes out until February 7 and asked why she hadn’t been told that and on and on and on. She said she’d called the county and was told she didn’t have to mail it until then but she was going to (be generous in her opinion) mail it today.

Because I have had to deal with this bitch for several years, I know how she thinks. The only reason she called the county before calling me is because she needed or wanted someone to argue with today and she thought she was going to get a rise out of me or try to catch me telling her something different. What I gave her was a bucket of cold water on her head. I told her yes, I knew this back in November and that it didn’t matter to me when she mailed it.

HA! Fucking cow anyway.

By the way…..she has one of the lowest tax bills of those I collect. Figures doesn’t it.

I didn’t realize until today how much disdain I have for the people who live in the same town as me.

It’s worse than just disdain actually, it is just out and out contempt and hatred of these fucking busy body, holier than thou, trouble making, assholes. These people are so incredible and not in a good way. They will stand with one hand pointing the finger and the other with a knife in it just waiting for opportunity to stick that knife in your back. We now have a group of do gooders trying to run the town and what’s worse, they will end up doing just that.

GRRRRRRRRRRR

Another reason why working locally sucks, actually 2 reason.

Saturday 9:15 p.m., the phone rings and it was someone wanting a copy of a receipt for something they paid last year. I said, I’ll be at the office Monday and will get it to you then.

Sunday 12:30 p.m., BANG BANG BANG on my door–the same guy wanting me to go to my office to get him the copy of the receipt.

NOT GOING TO FUCKING HAPPEN!

I told my husband tell him I don’t know business on Sunday, period. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I told the guy Saturday night, count it for your taxes, you’ll have the copy of the receipt. Apparently this stupid fuck thinks that to count it, he has to have that receipt sitting in front of him or something STUPID FUCK.

I don’t even know where to start on this other than to say that working locally in a small town can really suck!

As a part of my job, I have to send letters out to people and generally it’s when they have done something stupid. Problem is that these stupid fuckers think that just because I send out and sign the letter as part of my JOB that I personally have done something to them. It’s gotten so bad now that I can’t drive down the street without these stupid fucks yelling and swearing at me and flipping me off.

I can believe (actually, I can) that these fuckers are so stupid that they can’t distinguish between someone doing their JOB and a personal attack.

I’ll make it simple…..if I were going to personally attack them it wouldn’t be with words on paper! It would be with my fist and a big stick!!!!

STUPID FUCKERS

As part of my job, I send out invites to a holiday party and another person from a different office also sends out holiday invites to people in their zone.  I make the invites and mail then to zone c and she sends to zone d.  Last year, the volunteers who set up the holiday party bitched me up one side and down the other that people in zone d didn’t get invited.

This year, I found out that the person who sends to zone d is in the hospital so to make sure that people in that zone get invites (I don’t know who they are) I asked my volunteers WHO in zone d should get invites.

BOTH of the people who bitched at me last year said they don’t know who is in the other zone.

Then why the fuck did they both bitch at me last year that people didn’t get the invites when they don’t know who the people are.  Stupid fuckers!