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College Police Dispatcher/switchboard... Ugh
Okay, so like most places of business and various things of the like, we close offices at 5 usually. Most of the employees are gone by 5:30 or 6. Etc. We also have a fairly large staff, and I don't know who is there or not.
This girl calls me at 6:45.
"*schpeal*" Me
"Is Kent there?" DA
"...I don't know...prolly not, but I can transfer you down there, just a sec." Me
(I knew who she was asking for because there's apparently only one Kent, and I had a feeling I'd talked to her before, but I wasn't entirely sure until later. Then I knew. I just knew. The impending doom was upon me. I announced such doom and co-workers laughed at my pain, and said I was being dramatic.)
*a minute passes by*
"*Schpeallll*" Me
"Is Kent there?" DA
"Well...if he didn't answer his phone, then he's probably not there. " Me
"*silence*...*silence*" DA
"Do you want me to send you down there again?...?"Me
"*silence*"DA
"*transfers and hangs up*" Me
*another long minute passes by*
*seeing the caller ID popping up with the SAME name and number again answers with fear and slowly prepares to bash head into desk*
"...*schpeal...*" Me
"Is Kent there??" DA
"...Like I said before, if he didn't pick up, then he more than likely is not there. Okay?"
"*silence*" DA
*hangs up* me
This happens, 3 more times. 3. This was not necessary. After the second time, you'd think she'd get the idea maybe. MAYBE. No. It took 6. 6!
I am starting to lose my faith in humanity. Honestly. Everyday, people like this take a little bit of that last precious fleeting bit of hope I have left.
Soon, I will be a bitter hollow wretched little college police dispatcher/switchboard operator that all will know and come to fear. My wrath, it is coming. Coming soon. Soon... just wait.
Okay, so like most places of business and various things of the like, we close offices at 5 usually. Most of the employees are gone by 5:30 or 6. Etc. We also have a fairly large staff, and I don't know who is there or not.
This girl calls me at 6:45.
"*schpeal*" Me
"Is Kent there?" DA
"...I don't know...prolly not, but I can transfer you down there, just a sec." Me
(I knew who she was asking for because there's apparently only one Kent, and I had a feeling I'd talked to her before, but I wasn't entirely sure until later. Then I knew. I just knew. The impending doom was upon me. I announced such doom and co-workers laughed at my pain, and said I was being dramatic.)
*a minute passes by*
"*Schpeallll*" Me
"Is Kent there?" DA
"Well...if he didn't answer his phone, then he's probably not there. " Me
"*silence*...*silence*" DA
"Do you want me to send you down there again?...?"Me
"*silence*"DA
"*transfers and hangs up*" Me
*another long minute passes by*
*seeing the caller ID popping up with the SAME name and number again answers with fear and slowly prepares to bash head into desk*
"...*schpeal...*" Me
"Is Kent there??" DA
"...Like I said before, if he didn't pick up, then he more than likely is not there. Okay?"
"*silence*" DA
*hangs up* me
This happens, 3 more times. 3. This was not necessary. After the second time, you'd think she'd get the idea maybe. MAYBE. No. It took 6. 6!
I am starting to lose my faith in humanity. Honestly. Everyday, people like this take a little bit of that last precious fleeting bit of hope I have left.
Soon, I will be a bitter hollow wretched little college police dispatcher/switchboard operator that all will know and come to fear. My wrath, it is coming. Coming soon. Soon... just wait.
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