Poor soul with the misfortune to answer the phone when the police called.
I was laughing with some friends when you asked me to follow you into the bathroom.
“Karin, I’m sorry, but your mother has died.”
Showing posts with label 800 Support. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 800 Support. Show all posts
Friday, February 8, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Wanton Mandela (Call Center President) 38/365
“I got this email from a Sam. Who's Sam?"
“Sam...You know, Souhail.”
“You changed his name and his email account?
Look, if you can say his name, then use it, you fucking ignorant xenophobe [emphasis mine].”
“Sam...You know, Souhail.”
“You changed his name and his email account?
Look, if you can say his name, then use it, you fucking ignorant xenophobe [emphasis mine].”
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Pat Ch. 37/365
CEO. Mumbled something about Secretary’s Day, then did nothing about it. Worked for you for two years. You gave me nothing but tiny paychecks and mountains of filing in the computer age because you don’t trust computers.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
John 36/365
You ate a ham sandwich (your daily portion of meat) on white bread every single day, always remained calm because of your daily workouts. I thought you were crazy for practically being a vegetarian. “Not even chicken?”
Monday, February 4, 2008
Steve H. 35/365
"Job title?"
“Assistant Controller.”
I guffawed, cackled, “Not you. Your job.”
You looked at me with that are-you-still-here look
and I went away feeling so much better because
I left before you said, “Are you still talking?”
“Assistant Controller.”
I guffawed, cackled, “Not you. Your job.”
You looked at me with that are-you-still-here look
and I went away feeling so much better because
I left before you said, “Are you still talking?”
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