At the Desk

It has been a while since anything blgo worthy has happened at my job. But the other day I had a little something happen so I present the return of "Today at the Desk" (only it didn't happen today)


A young punk comes to my desk to register, he is here to have stitches removed from his forehead. (I am curious as to what happened there)

He looks like one of those kids who does nothing for himself, thinks all authority figures are stupid and is just a straight up jerk. He is all by himself so I assume that he is not slow or mentally challenged. He has an air about him that basically says "Fuck you, world!!" I envision him on future episodes of Maury being paternity tested.

He is 14 years old.

He comes up to register and informs me that he doesn not have his health card or hospital card. No problem, I can alsways find him in the system by name and date of birth.

What is your last name?  He tells me his first name but I don't correct him because maybe he has a first name as a last name like a lot of people (including me)

What is your first name? He mumbles something that sounds like it might start with an L so I ask him to repeat the last name, again he mumbles. At this point I want to scream "Listen you little bastard, this whole process would go a lot quicker if you pulled your head out of your ass and the marbles out of your mouth!" but instead I take the high road and ask him to spell the last name. To this, he replies. "I don't know how"

The look on my face must have been priceless.

Once I get his last name figured out (I typed in only an L with the first name) I ask his DATE OF BIRTH. He gives me the year after some serious thinking and saying 'ummm....uhhhh' It is even more of a struggle to get the month and day out of him but finally I find him in the sysem.

I wondered if I should feel sorry for him or give him the side eye. After reviewing all of the evidence, I chose SIDE EYE!

And so does Sophia Patrillo!