And, no, I have no idea what a dunderweed is...but it's better than some of the other words I am thinking of. Poopyhead and Nimrod are the two other words I can use in mixed company.
It's not even noon, and I've dealt with enough stupid to last all week.
First off, I call the prison to try and figure out if I can send my son newspaper articles. After a few attempts to reach a human, all the number options led to nowhere...nice job, Baraga Correctional Facility! Thank you for giving callers a run around into dead ends. Anyway, I get the wench in the mail room who says things like, "I'm not going to argue with you...." even though my voice was calm, friendly and inquisitive as opposed to angry and combative. Obviously, the woman is used to combat but I arrived unarmed and simply searching for a solution.
Like most "altercations" or meanness, my first reaction is to take it personally. Once I thought about it, reanalyzed my words and tone, I realized that I did nothing wrong. I wasn't starting an arguement or a battle. She is the one with issues and problems. My behavior did Not incite a riot or anything close to that. The burden rests squarely on her hunched and chip ridden shoulders. I am entitled to be pissed and offended at her, but I did nothing wrong.
One thing that does continue to amaze me, in a new and unseen way, is that I am ....tenacious..I didn't give up, even when shots were being fired. I did not sink to her level, or resort to angry name calling until I hung up the phone. I continued to seek answers and speak courteously and respectfully. I did not give up. I knew that this disgruntled woman was the one to give me the info I needed. And begrudgingly she did.
The second poopyhead to deal with was the Community Mental Health opinionated talking head. This is me second attempt to seek CMH services. The first time, she just didn't get it and said I did not qualify. Well, this time she had her "listening ears" on. I Do qualify Now because my insurance has run out, she had no idea my background was "this extensive", I provided a no-holds-barred, stripped down and detailed version of the struggles and shit I deal with on a daily basis And she Got it. I had not, apparently, made my needs Clear enough to her The First Time.
And I supplied the information that I was comfortable with sharing. She asked a few questions which the old naive and compliant me would have kiss assed answered, but not this time. I told her that I wasn't about to share such details with her. She respected that...No, she asked the same invasive question more than once. Again, I was tenacious. I held my ground and my self-confidence. I am not the person I was when I first met her ten months ago. Lots changed.
I didn't argue with her over her questioning my diagnosis because experience showed that that is how she operates. I was prepared for it and did not get dismayed. I observed her and replayed our first interview so I was quite informed.
I'm just refusing to take people's shit, anymore. I'm not tolerating oversight or forgetfulness from "professionals". Do your job, dammit! Treat people, especially with respect. I will tolerate nothing less. I will call you out and clearly, vehemently refuse to tolerate lack of consideration. I deserve better...much, much better and I will accept nothing less.
Damn dimwitted, poopyheaded dunderweeds!!
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