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Gah, an hour of overtime.....argh ><
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Me: "What's your last name?"
SC: "…um………."
Me: "……"
SC: "……"
Moments later:
Me: "and your postal code?"
SC: "…um………."
Me: "……"
SC: "……"
Well, I guess at the very least you're consistent. I had high hopes for this one too. It was from Nunavut but not a flagged postal code. So she wasn't out in god knows where, surrounded by polar bears, beer cans, bacon and failure, accessible only by aircraft and/or parachute. Alas, my hopes were crushed. It seems that the only thing that changes in the more densely populated areas of Nunavut is the chance of being brutally mauled and dragged off by polar bears. The beer cans, bacon and failure seem to extend to every corner of the arctic tundra. Regardless of how close to achieving actual civilization it is.
Cell Phones <shakes fist at Kara>
SC: "Oh hi, I just got this phone about two months ago?"
Me: "Ok."
SC: "and you know that thing where you have to dial the area code when you call long distance? I want that removed."
Me: "….ok?"
Oh wow, just wow. I have to take a step back and admire that one. You sounded so normal at first too, I was actually ready to graciously assist you. Then you blindside me with a request that makes my brain come to a screeching halt. Not cool man, not cool. I could have had an aneurysm or something. Then where would you be? Talking to dead air or at least listening to me gurgle on my desk for a few moments before I slip into the sweet embrace of death and finally know the peace and quiet I've always longed for.
Hey, do me a favour would you? If I ever reach the point where I'm so anal I find it an inconvenience to dial 3 extra numbers just drag me out to the parking lot behind the office and beat me with my desk phone till I stop moving and leave a stain on the pavement. Thanks.
I'm in your account, sharding your purples.
( We have a client whose number is one off from WoW's customer service line.... )
No, this is not Blizzard Entertainment. I cannot assist you with your World of Warcraft account or your Night Elf Hunter. I find your wrong number amusing though so as a special favour just to you ( I don't do this for just anyone you know ) I will pray only for your character's death and not yours. For you, I'll merely hope that you fall down an up escalator and if you actually manage to reach the bottom we can only hope somehow your underwear will become snagged between the steps. I will, of course, award bonus points if the fire dept has to come to free you by cutting you out of your pants and undergarments. Extra style points if this occurs after the news crew with the camera arrives.
Amore
SC: "Can you cancel my 8:30 service call? I fixed it myself."
Good for you. Do you want a cookie? I have some you know. Chocolate chip at that! ( omigawd! ) I made them, with love, just for you. You know you want my love cookies. Come to Butthead.
Connecting the Dots
SC: "It's only 5am there? Where am I calling?"
Me: "Vancouver, BC."
SC: "and where are you?"
Me: "….Vancouver, BC."
…..you seem to have mistaken me with some sort of multi-dimensional being capable of occupying multiple physical locations at the same time. Either that or you're just an idiot. But I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you beheld me as some sort of supreme being. That option's better for my self esteem.
Bonus
Me: "Good morning, <company name>."
SC: "Hi."
Me: "Hi."
SC: "Have a nice day."
Me: "….ok."
SC: "Bye."
Me: "Bye."
Wow, we skipped all the verbal butt monkey fiesta that usually comes in between. That was awesome. I wish I had more calls like that. Have a cookie.
Day 1 down....
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Me: "What's your last name?"
SC: "…um………."
Me: "……"
SC: "……"
Moments later:
Me: "and your postal code?"
SC: "…um………."
Me: "……"
SC: "……"
Well, I guess at the very least you're consistent. I had high hopes for this one too. It was from Nunavut but not a flagged postal code. So she wasn't out in god knows where, surrounded by polar bears, beer cans, bacon and failure, accessible only by aircraft and/or parachute. Alas, my hopes were crushed. It seems that the only thing that changes in the more densely populated areas of Nunavut is the chance of being brutally mauled and dragged off by polar bears. The beer cans, bacon and failure seem to extend to every corner of the arctic tundra. Regardless of how close to achieving actual civilization it is.
Cell Phones <shakes fist at Kara>
SC: "Oh hi, I just got this phone about two months ago?"
Me: "Ok."
SC: "and you know that thing where you have to dial the area code when you call long distance? I want that removed."
Me: "….ok?"
Oh wow, just wow. I have to take a step back and admire that one. You sounded so normal at first too, I was actually ready to graciously assist you. Then you blindside me with a request that makes my brain come to a screeching halt. Not cool man, not cool. I could have had an aneurysm or something. Then where would you be? Talking to dead air or at least listening to me gurgle on my desk for a few moments before I slip into the sweet embrace of death and finally know the peace and quiet I've always longed for.
Hey, do me a favour would you? If I ever reach the point where I'm so anal I find it an inconvenience to dial 3 extra numbers just drag me out to the parking lot behind the office and beat me with my desk phone till I stop moving and leave a stain on the pavement. Thanks.
I'm in your account, sharding your purples.
( We have a client whose number is one off from WoW's customer service line.... )
No, this is not Blizzard Entertainment. I cannot assist you with your World of Warcraft account or your Night Elf Hunter. I find your wrong number amusing though so as a special favour just to you ( I don't do this for just anyone you know ) I will pray only for your character's death and not yours. For you, I'll merely hope that you fall down an up escalator and if you actually manage to reach the bottom we can only hope somehow your underwear will become snagged between the steps. I will, of course, award bonus points if the fire dept has to come to free you by cutting you out of your pants and undergarments. Extra style points if this occurs after the news crew with the camera arrives.
Amore
SC: "Can you cancel my 8:30 service call? I fixed it myself."
Good for you. Do you want a cookie? I have some you know. Chocolate chip at that! ( omigawd! ) I made them, with love, just for you. You know you want my love cookies. Come to Butthead.
Connecting the Dots
SC: "It's only 5am there? Where am I calling?"
Me: "Vancouver, BC."
SC: "and where are you?"
Me: "….Vancouver, BC."
…..you seem to have mistaken me with some sort of multi-dimensional being capable of occupying multiple physical locations at the same time. Either that or you're just an idiot. But I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you beheld me as some sort of supreme being. That option's better for my self esteem.
Bonus
Me: "Good morning, <company name>."
SC: "Hi."
Me: "Hi."
SC: "Have a nice day."
Me: "….ok."
SC: "Bye."
Me: "Bye."
Wow, we skipped all the verbal butt monkey fiesta that usually comes in between. That was awesome. I wish I had more calls like that. Have a cookie.
Day 1 down....
Don't blame me! I have to tolerate this 3 ring crap circus 40 hours a week!
Note to self: store that line in memory for future use....
Gee, this "area code thing" has only been in effect for, oh, several decades! You'd think this weak-fingered waffle-brain might just be used to the idea by now... 
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