I am happy to report that Tinkerbelle is on his way back to Looneyland. OMG, what a PITA! I snapped at him pretty hard just before his departure. He had been getting annoyed that we were taking so long to get him on his way...and it was a
major hassle getting it done (we won't even talk about the 4 1/2 hours I spent last night writing that *#@& affidavit). While I was rushing around and trying to juggle all the people that were involved in his foolishness so that we could get him to the closest bus station nearly 3 hours away, he decided to come bug me with his petty questions about what towns he would be traveling through...was he going here, was he going there, etc. I told him that where he was going was out of my office and out of the way; that he'd caused enough people enough aggravation for the past 3 days. He didn't say another word to me before he left.
Was I too mean? We almost didn't get it done because the little dumb@$$ didn't have ID. If it hadn't been for the paperwork on him from DCFS, they wouldn't have let him on the bus.
I HATE BEING ON CALL! I'm a magnet for freaks!