I have limited customer contact. I really don’t want to give away any details that might identify me.
Let’s say that I am the Bureaucrat in Charge of Gargoyles. If you want to install a gargoyle at your home or business, you have to get a permit from my office. If you want to remove an already-existing gargoyle, you have to notify us. Normally, the receptionist can issue you the permit and will accept your notification of impending removal. But if your property is not zoned for gargolyes, I will come out of my office to explain, politely, the ordinances and by-laws. If you still want a gargoyle after hearing the law, I will set up an appointment for you to come back and, during that appointment, I will assist you to apply for a zoning variance. I will not ignore the gargoyle laws just because you pout and throw a tantrum.
Gargoyles. That’s what I do. If you are one of the retirees who pushes your way into my office uninvited, please be aware that:
I do not fix parking tickets. I don’t care that you double-parked for two secs while you ran into the convenience store for a quart of milk and that the meter maid who issued the ticket is a witch.
Just because I work at town hall, it doesn’t mean I am qualified to answer questions about your property taxes.
I am unmoved that you think it’s unfair your 18-year-old grandson was required to register for the draft and that 18-year old girls don’t have to. Take it up with our Congresman.
I know nothing about trash pick-up.
I do not take complaints about the librarians who shushed you when you and your chattering friends tried to have a kaffeklatsch in the public library’s reading room.
Most of all, I am not paid to listen to complaints about your gall bladder and your sister-in-law who didn’t invite your grandchildren to her party.
And for those Dopers who accuse me of being ageist, be aware that I am gray-haired and old enough to be a granny myself. It’s likely that 30-year-olds would be as pushy as the retirees if they had the free time but the fact is that 95% of the nuisance visitors are elderly. Not all old people in my town are like this, but the ones who plop themselves down uninvited in my office are very often childish, self-obsessed and insensitive.
And it’s not just me they are doing this to: it’s every department at town hall. The wrinklies simply drop in anywhere and unload their litany of complaints, unheedful of the work that their captive listener has to do. Every man and woman who works here is thoroughly sick of the pushy geezers and the way they waste our time.