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Are you freakin’ kidding me?
Of all days.
Last week I had to take my daughter to get some bloodwork done. Nothing major at all. Just routine stuff. But as you well know, it has to be done in the morning and you have to fast for like a million hours.
Not a problem. The lab opens at 7 AM. I need to drop her off at school by 7:30 so she’s on time and so that I can make it to work by 8. The kids at my school arrive at 8:05. I had it all figured out. My daughter and I rushed so that we could make it out of the house a little earlier than usual. Not a big deal— but it took a little extra effort.
We were out of the house by 6:53 and arrived at the lab at exactly 7 AM.
We jumped out, walked up to the door and pulled.
It was locked and the lights were off.
I guess that’s why the woman in the parking lot was just sitting in her car.
Not only would we be starting late, we had someone ahead of us.
At 7:12 someone finally arrived. She turned the lights on and unlocked the door. No sorry, no nothing. She was very short with us and appeared to be in a bad mood. We were the ones that should have been in the bad mood. We were the ones waiting for her.
I signed my daughter in and sat back down. After a minute I realized that I had signed my own name. I was so irritated that I wasn’t thinking clearly. I go up, scribbled out my name and wrote hers on top. It wasn’t neat, but that was their problem now.
About a minute later they called us up. I gave her my insurance card and paid the 20 dollar co-pay. As I was waiting for my card to be processed another employee entered the office. She and the woman who was waiting on me, the one that was 12 minutes late, greeted each other.
I heard one of them say something like, you too huh?
They began talking about how the manager couldn’t find anyone to open up.
And then it hit me.
They had been called last minute. To come to work. And wait on people.
People like me.
That make assumptions.
And make judgments before having all the facts. Before knowing someone’s story.
I was embarrassed.
This wasn’t the first time I had done this and, unfortunately, it probably won’t be my last. I made it a point to share my mistake with my daughter. Hopefully, she can learn from mine.
Life is busy.
School is fast.
We oftentimes don’t have as much control as we’d like over either.
But what we can control is ourselves.
Take time to learn someone’s story before you judge them. I am quite certain you’ll be glad you did.
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