I think it's helpful if I get this down…
Nov. 20th, 2019 11:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
franklanguageI had an incident last weekend; one of my clients—who goes upstate frequently on weekends—called my cell on Sunday afternoon and said she was on her way back to the city. She said she'd be back in less than an hour and would like to meet; I said okay.
Turns out she misplaced a bag of semiprecious stones; her hobby is tumbling stones and making arrangements of them. She said because she'd looked everywhere over and over again—to no avail—she was now convinced I had taken them. I had never even seen these stones nor the bag they were in, and said so; because she had turned the house upside down looking for them, she refused to believe me.
The dogwalker before me had apparently also caused some problem she was never willing to go into; I took this at face value, since she hadn't complained about me to my face, and in fact seemed happy that I cared about her dogs and took them for long walks.
This is a woman I'd known on a nodding-acquaintance basis for about 30 years; I had been walking her dogs for several months and they liked me. Her telling me this, demanding the keys back, and ordering me out of her building happened so suddenly that I'm still shaking my head.
Oddly enough, I've been walking dogs for over 16 years and not one of my clients has ever accused me of stealing; this includes some who have the Nest-cam, and some who don't. (Uh—maybe it's because I don't steal? My motto is: "Don't shit on your own doorstep.")
It's being called a liar that has shaken me the most deeply—and, of course, it's just disgusting that this woman decided to be judge and jury and get rid of me in less than 10 minutes. Clearly she had been thinking about the situation and probably talking to her dogs about it on the drive down from upstate.
The thing I hate most about this scenario is the fact of being called a liar; I've always taken pains to tell the truth, even when it doesn't benefit me to do so.
In the long run, it's for the best that she's out of my life, especially if this is the way she conducts her breakups. Good riddance. (And I can't know for sure, but I'm guessing the rocks are going to turn up at some point; I'm glad to know I won't hear from her even then.)
Turns out she misplaced a bag of semiprecious stones; her hobby is tumbling stones and making arrangements of them. She said because she'd looked everywhere over and over again—to no avail—she was now convinced I had taken them. I had never even seen these stones nor the bag they were in, and said so; because she had turned the house upside down looking for them, she refused to believe me.
The dogwalker before me had apparently also caused some problem she was never willing to go into; I took this at face value, since she hadn't complained about me to my face, and in fact seemed happy that I cared about her dogs and took them for long walks.
This is a woman I'd known on a nodding-acquaintance basis for about 30 years; I had been walking her dogs for several months and they liked me. Her telling me this, demanding the keys back, and ordering me out of her building happened so suddenly that I'm still shaking my head.
Oddly enough, I've been walking dogs for over 16 years and not one of my clients has ever accused me of stealing; this includes some who have the Nest-cam, and some who don't. (Uh—maybe it's because I don't steal? My motto is: "Don't shit on your own doorstep.")
It's being called a liar that has shaken me the most deeply—and, of course, it's just disgusting that this woman decided to be judge and jury and get rid of me in less than 10 minutes. Clearly she had been thinking about the situation and probably talking to her dogs about it on the drive down from upstate.
The thing I hate most about this scenario is the fact of being called a liar; I've always taken pains to tell the truth, even when it doesn't benefit me to do so.
In the long run, it's for the best that she's out of my life, especially if this is the way she conducts her breakups. Good riddance. (And I can't know for sure, but I'm guessing the rocks are going to turn up at some point; I'm glad to know I won't hear from her even then.)
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Date: 2019-11-21 12:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-11-21 12:51 pm (UTC)That's why I said "good riddance," I do expect she will find the stones, because I've had episodes of looking and looking for things and not having them turn up—then having them turn up in a totally unexpected place.
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Date: 2019-11-21 02:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-11-22 01:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-11-21 09:52 pm (UTC)