All I have are work complaints and my 57 cats who NEED ME

True story:
(Last Friday)
Dear Travel Planner,
I need a flight from Detroit to LA leaving the evening of the 11 and returning the evening of the 12.
-Traveler

Dear Traveler,
Here are you options.
-Travel Planner.
...
(Monday afternoon…)
Dear Travel Planner,
Please look for a flight leaving LA around 5pm maybe stopping in Memphis.
-Traveler

(Inner thoughts: Stopping in Memphis? Are you talking about an actual flight you saw and are testing me to see if I’ll google some obscure airline that has a flight leaving exactly at 5pm and stops in Memphis with just enough time to pee and head to the gate without waiting? Or, are you that much of a douchebag that you think you control the flight schedules with your mind and saying it will make it become a reality and you’re working your airline telekinesis through me, your humble servant?)

Dear Traveler,
Listed below is every single flight option leaving LA on the 12 between 4pm and 6pm. (and to make it seem like I’m not trying to be an asshole) I hope this helps.
-Travel Planner.

I was complaining to JD one time about how I thought it was weird people speak to me like I’m a 12 year old and also ask me questions they should very much know the answer to. I wonder if it’s their way of feeling sorry for me. “Well, I basically called her an idiot because she couldn't get me on the booked 5pm flight, but then I asked her how to pick up “line 701” so it should have boosted her spirits a little.” I sit right next to the printers so I should know better when they’re broken not to print something, but I did it anyway today. A manager who has been here I dunno maybe 5+ years asked me where the paper is kept because it seemed the printer was out of paper.