I’m not a fucking liar and I don’t appreciate being treated like one. To call me three times asking me the address I went to is just crazy. I told the address the first time. The fact that the operator put in a different address is just crazy. I told her where I was going but somehow this falls back on me making me look like a fucking liar. I told them where I was going. I told her not to treat me like I was lying. She said she didn’t believe me and I did conceal information. I told the woman that it didn’t make sense to profit now only to be financially screwed later down the line. She said she didn’t believe me. I told her how could giving true information be witholding. She said I should have known something was amiss when they kept calling me. How? Amiss? Yeah, you called me about an address. I was to second guess why you’re calling me? You called me because your operator put in a different address than what as on the card. I gave the same information every single time, to the operator to the cab driver and to the supervisor that called me a liar. If there is a problem it doesn’t automatically translate into a lie. I told her I don’t care who she talks to on a daily basis or who she runs into and that my name is F Magdalene and I’m not everyone else so don’t treat me like I am. I’m not a fucking liar. I’m not so don’t fucking out right call me that. OMG who the fuck does she think she is? She called me a liar, told me I tried to cheat them. I said to bill me and don’t call me to tell me I’m a liar and a cheat. That’s just crazy. The fact that the operator put in a totally different address is not my fault. Did I give the information the same way I’ve always given it? Yes, absolutely! I told her that and she said then maybe the company needs to verify better that I’m actually going where I say I’m going. I told her good, do your job and don’t call me to tell me that I lied to you. This isn’t a personal relationship I have with them, they’re the fucking cab company. I have no investment in them, no need to lie or conceal information. What the fuck do I care what they think of where I’m going? I told her I stand by the fact that I’ve always give the correct address and the correct information. Don’t fucking tell me now that suddenly I’m withholding, suddenly I’m a fucking liar. Don’t call my house three damn times to call me a fucking liar. She actually used the words, lie, liar, cheat, withhold, conceal. Who the fuck does she think she’s talking to? I made sure she knew my name isn’t Joe Blow and I’m not the everyday idiots you run into. I certainly won’t put up with being treated like that. OMG who the fuck does she think she is? Bill me and leave it alone but for the love of God how dare you call me three times about this. Three damn times!!!
Captain jumps up off the loveseat and comes to my feet ready to work his magic and calm me down but I’m too busy pacing the floor, tears streaming down my face, finger pointing at her even though she can’t see it. Don’t you dare call me a liar. I am not a liar. Either bill me or drop it but don’t call me again only to be offensive. I told her I was hanging up. She thanked me for wanting to hang up. The cats scooted into the bedroom, Captain moved back up on the loveseat refusing to make eye contact with me. My hearts pounding, breath isn’t coming at all. I’m hearing inside that I should calm down followed by a mocking voice, “You’re such a liar. Liar” LEAVE ME ALONE! I’m being told to calm down which is the only reason the phone went on the hook without breaking. I picked it back up to call the therapist who isn’t there. This is fucking crazy, call me a fucking liar like that. Hell, the entry the other day about don’t call me a whore was just a joke. Who the hell knew I’d be ranting and raving about someone actually having the fucking nerve to call me a liar? I’ve got to calm down. Today I’m pissed and emotional, tomorrow may bring something else. That stupid fucking bitch called me a fucking liar. somehow that entire conversation came off with not one single curse word. Lord have mercy, how did that happen? They kept telling me not to curse, hold back because we need them to pick us up twice a week for therapy. If we curse her out they’ll cut us off big time. Stressful phone call big time and it’s the third fucking one this week alone but the first time she out right called me a liar. Not something I wanted to deal with after last nights dreams or the session I had yesterday.
The therapist called back.
I despise (spit) being called a liar. It’s worse than any other word I know. From your post I know you feel the same way. I’m so glad your therapist called you back. How are you doing now? Is there another cab company you can use? Is there a supervisor you can call? I’m mad on your behalf.
She IS the supervisor…however, I know the owner. I need to calm down and get in 2007 before speaking to him though.
In all of that I forgot to call in for a ride to therapy tomorrow. It’s too late now. I’ll call in the morning.
Talking to Dr. D was okay, better than calling a hotline where a person I don’t know picks up the phone. I’m sure it seemed rather odd to him I’d go off like that when yesterday Robert told him he looks like a good liar. My goodness, I’m sure that didn’t settle well. This is one of those things I absolutely cannot think about right now. I’ll say I’m okay. At least I’m not in crisis mode. I’m not suicidal or anything which is the best place to be right now.
Thanks for checking.
Like you I would have handled it better had she called me pretty much anything else. A little boy (about three or four) in the check out line in today called me a black cow. Whatever, rolled off my back. His grandmother encouraged it, thought it was cute. This IS Indiana and I was in Greenwood, stuff like that happens all the time BUT the whole liar and thief thing throws me into panic/anger/tears/rage. I put my headphones on…gotta love the iPod.
It is within my best interest to remove myself from humanity for the remainder of the day before someone else expresses their grand stupidity and I handle it poorly. This isn’t my day.
Austin
A black cow? Encouraged by his grandmother? My word. My almost-4 year old is starting to notice people’s differences and makes comments that can cause the calmest parent to turn bright red. Usually said innocently, but she’d sure be corrected for a “black cow” remark.
(my favorite comment so far was about the kids in her class. She said “Mommy, did you know that M is black, I’m white, T is red (he has red hair and reddish skin) and S is polka dotted?” I said, “Polka doted?” and she insisted that was correct. I took special note of S the next day - the child is covered in freckles - guess she is polka dotted! LOL - had to share the funny)
Oh Austin, I’m so sorry you had to deal with such stupidity and rudeness. I’m indignant too on your behalf. A liar! What a thing to accuse you of, you of all people!
I hope you can calm down for your own sake, and have a quiet evening. These types of situations are so emotionally draining. And this was the supervisor? Good lord.
Dude, whatever happened to customer service?!? What a total %$#@. Yah I’m refraining from totally saying it. That pisses me off. Being called a liar is a big ass deal. What is the deal with the crap about withholding, concealing, and all this “verifying.” Good grief– what is the big deal about a different address? So their company screwed up on their end with the paperwork. Simple thing– freaking change it on their end and chill the frick out. That SOOOooo was unnecessary of that woman to call you a liar and treat you like crap. And that Soooo pisses me off! I really don’t get what the problem was with that woman other than a stick up her $%#. Shit happens and all she had to do was change shit on her end and fix whatever needed to be fixed on their paperwork or whatever. Big freaking deal. That’s their job and sometimes shit happens and needs to be fixed. Welcome to the world, idiotic woman.
I still don’t get why this woman had a cow over a wrong address. I hope you talk to the owner and let him know that woman needs some serial customer service training and a reprimand for treating you like that. I’d like her fired but I know the real world and that just ain’t happening. She needs something to set her straight. That’s just freaking rude!
Billie
Aaaaahhhhh! This kind of crap makes me so mad. I’m hopping mad for you. How dare they? You are the customer! One of my HUGE pet peeves is lack of customer service and lack of respect. I’d be mad as hell, too. I hope everything gets worked out so you can count on your ride.