melworks

Sometimes, I think the gods are out to get me.
The first call I took tonight was from a guy who wanted to talk to Coworker Chad. Okay, fine, no prob. Sent the guy to Chad's extension. He bounces back to me, saying that I sent him to the wrong extension. I explain that Chad is now sharing an extension with another employee and that he should just leave a message. Guy gives me some 'tude, but I resist the urge to call him a 'fucking crumbag' and just route him back to the voicemail to leave a message. A few seconds later, guy calls me back again, asking to be sent back to the voicemail cause he got cut off. Apparently, the fellow is leaving something akin to the Declaration of Independence. Whatever.
Second call I got? From a lady who thinks her eleven-year-old niece is getting fucked by her father.
Yeah.
Asking people, "Would you like fries with that?" is starting to sound better and better.
How was your day, dear reader? - MEL