When I was younger I was certain when I became older I would either be a spy or a writer. Maybe I could possibly be both as I could sit in my secret layer writing the next big best selling novel about all of my adventures. At that time,the age of around four most of my current adventures involved seeing if I could make it all the way to the Kmart with my older brothers and not get hit by a car.

Sometimes I let my cunning ideas help me out of sticky situations with my retired babysitter next door who spent most of his time sitting around watching his shows as I rummaged around his house shifting through things that would later get me in trouble. Although I really liked my babysitter the one thing that I absolutely hated about him was that we ate the same thing for lunch every single day. It was a generic type of spagettei-Os which I eventually just shifted around my bowl until I could get up from the table. One day while he walked away into the other room I decided that I would just dump the whole bowl into the sink and he would never know. Of course some of the O's kept to the surface which I could here him yell about even from the basement level. When asked later about the whole soup fiasco I simply replied that "No, I did not dump them down the drain". When I arrived home later that night I found that lying was not going to get me anywhere except a night in my room and no Mcdonalds for a week.

As I grew a little older I decided to follow the idea that honesty is really the best policy. So when it came time to admit that I had torn off all the wall paper on the bathroom while my mom was at work or that I really did make that 300 dollar call to the television psychic I found myself in the same position in my room and no mcdonalds for a week. About the only thing that had changed was that my feet could touch the ground and that my room was plastered in New Kids on the Block Posters.

These days I find that I can't lie even if I want to which sadly means that I must have given up my spy dream years ago. The last time I tried to successfully lie to someone was my co worker Colleen in which my only responsibility was that on her birthday I would be able to get her in the room with the rest of the habitat workers and her cake that was to be a surprise. There are many things I could have said that day such as "Hey, we are all gathering for a meeting and you need to attend" but instead I of course said the more logical thing of " There is a rabid wild animal that is trapped in the house and everyone is looking at it ".

Knowing that lying isnt my best suit there are plenty of situations that even to this day I wish I would have lied about them hands down or even easier just kept my mouth shut. Even though I'm forced to be honest by the most nagging of conscious I really don't like it because I know it will always guarantee me getting into trouble. Looking back in all my history of tall tales they have always ended badly.

So, Lately work with one of my clients Beth has become unbearable. She is really rude, spoiled and disrespectful. The same routine happens each day when she comes home from work incredibly crabby and barrels around like a monkey. She will yell, stomp her feet and pound her fists. Being fed up with the whole routine I eventually put down my book and looked her straight in the eye to say " You've been really crabby lately and rude. It's very hard being around you like this and honestly I really have been starting to dread coming here lately."
I wasn't sure what would happen or even if it would make a difference. I knew if I didn't say something about how I felt I was going to explode. Beth was quiet for a while pondering which I would consider her liking for bananas and swinging on tree limbs when she said "I'm sorry Carrie"
The rest of the shift was great and now my faith in being honest about things have been restored.