*phone rings*
ME: "Good afternoon, Country Club at DC Ranch, this is Natalie.."
HIM: "Yes, may I please speak with Mr. Johnson?"
ME: [hesitantly] "Hold on" *puts phone on hold & shouts down the hall* "Linda..there isn't a Mr. Johnson that works here..is there?"
LINDA: "No!"
ME: "I'm sorry sir, there's no one here by that name"
HIM: [aggressively] "YES there is I just SPOKE with him 20 MINUTES ago"
ME: [counter-actingly] "Okay FINE do you happen to KNOW what DEPARTMENT he is IN?!"
HIM: [annoyingly aggressive] "THIS IS RIDICULOUS I JUST SPOKE WITH HIM WHAT IS YOUR BATCH NUMBER?!?!?!?!?"
ME: "My whaaa..??!" *puts on hold again* <--allows sweet man to listen to hold music for excessive amount of time. so kindly of me..
*screams to Linda* "Urrrrm he's yelling..at..me..asking..for..some..number..?" *snort* laughs.
LINDA: "Say wahaa? Transfer him here.."
*transfers*
LINDA: "This is Linda..[silence]..who?..[silence] Natalie?..[silence]..ANTHONY! That is not funny, sweetheart. Stop wasting her time. And yours" *transfers back to me*
ME: "ANTHONY YOU ARE RETARDED"
This boy I work with called pretending to be a rude old douchecake. Illdiot.
I love my job. I really do :]]
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3 comments:
OMGosh. SAME thing happened to me when I worked at Mesa Peds. It was some kind of initiation or something. And um, yeah... I cried. {but I was pregnant and emotional, so it was bound to happen at some point in the day}
ahahahahaha oh my goodness. that is the FUNNIEST thing ever.
lolz.
Natalie, Thanks for stopping my my living room and leaving a comment. I decided to drop by and see what you are up to ... nice place you've made here ... pretty cozy. And then I find out someone called you looking for me ... what a strange coincidence. Best, Jim Johnson
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