Lesson one: Re: Secretaries.
SECRETARIES RULE THE WORLD. Know it. Love it.
On the weekends, I'm usually here by myself. There's one or two reporters on duty, but they are out of the office until about 2:15, 2:30 or so, usually attending some sort of weekend event. When someone needs to speak to one of them, they're usually happy to take the voice mail. Not this jerk.
Me: *answering phone* "Newsroom."
Jerk: "I need to speak to a reporter."
Me: "Well, there's none in at the moment, they'll be in after two," (it was 1:40) "-would you like to leave a voice mail for them?"
Jerk: "No, I want to talk to someone. I can just tell you."
Me: "Uh, sir, I'm not a reporter, I'm a secretary. I can't take stories."
Jerk: *goes mental* "A SECRETARY!! I NEED A REPORTER!! YOU CAN'T HELP ME WITH SHIT!! YOU'RE JUST A SECRETARY?? I NEED A REPORTER!! YOU'RE JUST A SECRETARY!! WHAT CAN YOU DO??"
Me: "........this." *hangs up*
Lesson two: Re: Assmonkies who scream that hard about their "story"
Up here, we call those "Seinfields". Because they are always about NOTHING.
Interestingly enough, he hasn't tried to call back. Maybe he stroked out from such a sudden blast of insanity. Or maybe he realizes that by pissing off the secretary, he has officially shot himself through both feet, both knees, the right hand, and in the liver, and if he ever wants a chance of getting through to someone, he's going to have to sacrifice a few chickens, tithe ten percent, and bloodlet...then wait until after two and try to catch the reporter without going through me.
Seeing as how my phone rings first, though...good luck, buddy.
SECRETARIES RULE THE WORLD. Know it. Love it.
On the weekends, I'm usually here by myself. There's one or two reporters on duty, but they are out of the office until about 2:15, 2:30 or so, usually attending some sort of weekend event. When someone needs to speak to one of them, they're usually happy to take the voice mail. Not this jerk.
Me: *answering phone* "Newsroom."
Jerk: "I need to speak to a reporter."
Me: "Well, there's none in at the moment, they'll be in after two," (it was 1:40) "-would you like to leave a voice mail for them?"
Jerk: "No, I want to talk to someone. I can just tell you."
Me: "Uh, sir, I'm not a reporter, I'm a secretary. I can't take stories."
Jerk: *goes mental* "A SECRETARY!! I NEED A REPORTER!! YOU CAN'T HELP ME WITH SHIT!! YOU'RE JUST A SECRETARY?? I NEED A REPORTER!! YOU'RE JUST A SECRETARY!! WHAT CAN YOU DO??"
Me: "........this." *hangs up*
Lesson two: Re: Assmonkies who scream that hard about their "story"
Up here, we call those "Seinfields". Because they are always about NOTHING.
Interestingly enough, he hasn't tried to call back. Maybe he stroked out from such a sudden blast of insanity. Or maybe he realizes that by pissing off the secretary, he has officially shot himself through both feet, both knees, the right hand, and in the liver, and if he ever wants a chance of getting through to someone, he's going to have to sacrifice a few chickens, tithe ten percent, and bloodlet...then wait until after two and try to catch the reporter without going through me.
Seeing as how my phone rings first, though...good luck, buddy.

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