Need a job? x Your church? No thank you.

This post originally started out about Future Chris, but I'm not sure how much I'll blog about him going forward. If we make things official I'll update on that and other eventful happenings, but I'm going to make an effort to keep him out of the updates if we become a couple. I'm not sure if that will be possible, though. Anyway, I had to go to the minor medical center's urgent care facility around the corner from my apartment earlier this week. I'll spare you the details, but let's say that I was burning and leaking. Just kidding! I haven't even been having sex so umm...no. However, I was having to urinate frequently and it did burn. I thought I was gonna piss myself before the doctor saw me. Turns out I have a urinary tract infection so I was prescribed some meds. There are 2 ladies who work at the front desk. One lady is Caucasian and the other is African-American. One lady didn't appear to be doing much behind the counter other than talking to one of her friends or a family member on the phone. I take that back, she was working, but she wasn't assisting any patients. She didn't really say much at all to anyone waiting. The other lady was very sweet and attentive. She was constantly smiling and going out of her way to be extremely helpful. An older couple commented on how much it appears she loves her job. I concurred. My doctor asked me to call the clinic yesterday to insure that she had me on the right antibiotics. I called and got Ms. Unpleasant Attitude. She said her name is Diane. Yes, I take names. She was perplexed as to why I would call and seemed to be inconvenienced by it. She finally decided to put me on hold to check to see if my culture had come back. When she returned to the line, she nastily explained that it wasn't back and that a nurse should call me and she doesn't know why I called. In my mind I said, "I called because the doctor told me to you stupid bitch. Didn't I already explain that to your dumb ass?" My oral response was that I only called because the doctor indicated that I should both face to face and on my discharge papers. She was still annoyed and said the culture wasn't in yet. I hung up. I called back several hours later and got this bitch again. I was so hoping it would be the pleasant helpful lady, but no. I was to endure more of Diane's tongue lashings. I just said ok and hung up this time. If I have to go up to this clinic next week and go behind the counter and snatch Diane up, there will be an opening available for anyone who works in or is looking to work in the medical field. Oh yeah, take a wild guess which lady is Diane... 

One of my coworkers feels the need to keep inviting me to her church. I keep telling her that I have my own church and I'm fine. She's asked me 2 or 3 times. Yesterday was the most recent attempt. I said I have my own church and asked why. She said she knows but she just wants me to come with her. If you know me, you know that I haven't been to MY church in a while. I definitely don't want to go to hers. If it's some place that they're going to be shouting, jumping, hollering, or touching me, we will have a problem and she wouldn't invite me back again. Especially, if someone touches me... I'm trying to find a tactful, yet more forceful way to decline her invitations. Please help me out if you have any suggestions. I don't want to call her a stupid bitch, but if I don't have a better solution by the next invite, that will be my response.