Painful People
Our last day to vacate the office is Monday June 2. As expected, we had a fairly busy week clearing our work cases. At the same time, we were also packing ourselves out of the office in stages. It should have been smooth sailing, allowing us to come in on Monday for a final clear-out.
Until a particularly unwelcome phone number showed up on my mobile early this week. I groaned inwardly even as I put on my most professional voice to take the call.
she: My husband and I would like an appointment for Monday next week.
me: Is there any way at all that you could come in any day this week rather than Monday next week.
she: Isn't Monday your last day in this office?
me: Yes it is. It's just that we will also be packing up the office.
she: But no we cannot come in this week. We would like to come in on Monday for our appointment. And then we leave Singapore for good on Tuesday.
me: We will see you Monday 2 June at 3pm.
They are not among my favourite work cases (is it any wonder?) And true to form, they are a pain to deal with up to the very end.
We will see them come Monday afternoon, provide the work that they seek from us and be damn proud that we have been diligently professional down to the last working hours.