7:30 am, I enter the store and begin doing opeing duties. The store opens at 8:00 am.
7:35 phone rings. I check the caller id and recognize it as a particularly annoying customer I dont feel like dealing with yet, and decide to not answer as technically i have till 8 before im required to start dealing with such crap. Phone rings and rings, answering maching picks up, plays message informing the customer to call within business hours and states our business hours. Customer breathes into machine for a few seconds and hangs up.
7:37. phone rings. same guy. phone rings and rings, answering maching picks up and again states the message with the store hours. customer is quicker about hanging up this time but still gets a few heavy breaths in.
7: 39. repeat scenario.
7: 39 and 3o seconds. Repeat scenario.
7:40. repeat scenario.
7:40 and 30 seconds. Repeat scenario.
7:41. repeat scenario, and I turn the ringer off, but the answering machine still picks up.
Guy calls 27 FREAKING TIMES, listens to the message each time, breathes, hangs up.
8:00 am. on the dot. Phone rings. From somewhere in the dark empty remains of my last failing reserves of patience, I conjure a cheery-sounding, "Good morning, <comany>, how may I help you?
SC: Hey what are your hours?
7:35 phone rings. I check the caller id and recognize it as a particularly annoying customer I dont feel like dealing with yet, and decide to not answer as technically i have till 8 before im required to start dealing with such crap. Phone rings and rings, answering maching picks up, plays message informing the customer to call within business hours and states our business hours. Customer breathes into machine for a few seconds and hangs up.
7:37. phone rings. same guy. phone rings and rings, answering maching picks up and again states the message with the store hours. customer is quicker about hanging up this time but still gets a few heavy breaths in.
7: 39. repeat scenario.
7: 39 and 3o seconds. Repeat scenario.
7:40. repeat scenario.
7:40 and 30 seconds. Repeat scenario.
7:41. repeat scenario, and I turn the ringer off, but the answering machine still picks up.
Guy calls 27 FREAKING TIMES, listens to the message each time, breathes, hangs up.
8:00 am. on the dot. Phone rings. From somewhere in the dark empty remains of my last failing reserves of patience, I conjure a cheery-sounding, "Good morning, <comany>, how may I help you?
SC: Hey what are your hours?
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