“Good morning mortuary workers.”
This was a new greeting from D to the EMW Clinic workers. It was followed quickly by her usual, “You can get another job.” She followed it up with a litany of the names of other clinic workers who had “gotten another job.”
We had a new escort observing this morning and D was ramping up her rhetoric all morning. There were also clients waiting by the door, so she had an unwilling audience.
I am irreverent enough that this just struck me as funny. The sincere way she said it. The words meant to hurt. The need to make herself look knowledgeable about all of the inner workings inside EMW.
Just because she stands in front of the clinic every day, it doesn’t mean she understands what working there would be like. She shows the same understanding and compassion to the employees of EMW as she does to the clients and companions: None.