True story
Aug. 31st, 2006 12:39 pmThe phone rang just now, showing a call transferred from Reception.
I picked it up. "This is Miss Priss speaking."
A grunt, then some shuffling. Then another grunt.
I thought to myself, "This is either a heavy breather or the Democratic National Committee."
Finally, he spoke. "Is Miss Priss there?"
"This is Miss Priss speaking."
"This is the Democratic National Committee."
Yep.
"Every time you guys call me, I ask you guys not to call me. And you still call me. I'll give you money when and if I choose, not because you've called me at work even though I keep asking you not to."
"We're going to win this one, Miss Priss. But only if you help us."
"I'm actually starting to hate you guys."
"If you don't help us, we'll LOSE."
"See if I care."
Then he hung up on me. OK, so I care. But honestly! These guys make it hard.
* * *
Yes, I'm back at work. You can tell because I'm not spamming LJ... as much.
I picked it up. "This is Miss Priss speaking."
A grunt, then some shuffling. Then another grunt.
I thought to myself, "This is either a heavy breather or the Democratic National Committee."
Finally, he spoke. "Is Miss Priss there?"
"This is Miss Priss speaking."
"This is the Democratic National Committee."
Yep.
"Every time you guys call me, I ask you guys not to call me. And you still call me. I'll give you money when and if I choose, not because you've called me at work even though I keep asking you not to."
"We're going to win this one, Miss Priss. But only if you help us."
"I'm actually starting to hate you guys."
"If you don't help us, we'll LOSE."
"See if I care."
Then he hung up on me. OK, so I care. But honestly! These guys make it hard.
* * *
Yes, I'm back at work. You can tell because I'm not spamming LJ... as much.