February 2, 2008
February 2, 2008 – Our Awful Dispatchers
It’s 9:40 p.m. and Julie will be leaving in 20 minutes. What a relief. Everyday except Sunday Julie comes and dispatches from 4 p.m. to 10 p.m. No one likes Julie. To say that she was simply mean would be an understatement. Julie is presumably in her mid to late 60’s with beady little eyes and granny glasses with freckles and an ass so wide you couldn’t fit it on a park bench. From what I understand she was a secretary for like 20 years, don’t know how she ended up here... She could have easily passed for a school bus driver in some little hick town. Every town has one of those, you know the ugly fat bus driver who screams at the kids. I digress.
Not that any of that really matters, it just seems fitting… The reason that none of us like Judy is because she is constantly SCREAMING, and if that weren’t enough she is TERRIBLE at her job. To work for her is simply DREADFUL! Imagine being yelled at all day for mistakes that you never even made.
Julie is a woman with a mans ego. Under no circumstances have I ever heard her apologize for a mistake that she made. NEVER. I have never in my life met a person as stubborn as Julie. There have been numerous studies over the years that suggest that there is a correlation between temperature and aggression. Perhaps it isn’t really Julie’s fault. After all, the office seems to be too cheap to use air conditioning. Although the office wasn’t too cheap to add an addition on, that is before they were forced to tear it down due to a tip to the city. Pity, a permit would have solved all of that.
When Julie leaves the problems don’t cease however, this is when the overnight dispatcher comes in. His name is Mendoza and he is every bit, if not more, inept than Julie. We don’t get screamed at though, so things are much more relaxed. Problem is that Mendoza is dumb, I mean really, really, fucking dumb. This guy couldn’t solve a puzzle with 9 pieces. He would have been a good Walmart door greeter. There’s speculation amongst the drivers that Mendoza is high and/or drunk at work, which would explain a lot. I once caught him peeing in the bushes just down the street from the cab office at 6 a.m. I don’t mean discretely either, right next to the trolly in Old Town. Yeah, you know the one that shuttles the tourists around… Welcome to San Diego!