I'm not sure if this is a Sucky Customer or a self-sighting of me as a Sucky Employee.
A touch of background. The reporter in question, "G" religiously checks his voicemail, but at the same time, more or less shuffles any and all paper on his desk to one side for...hours...days...months at a time. I've tried everything including taping notes to his chair and wedging them in his keyboard, and he barely acknowledges them. Plus, we have voicemail so there's no reason for me to have to write down something that I'll probably mishear and get wrong, so yeah.
Plus, honestly, I'm just kind of a bitch.
Anyway, this guy calls for "G", who isn't in right now. So I ask the guy, "S" for "sucker" if he wants the voicemail.
S: Well, no, I don't want the voicemail, but can you take a message?
Well that's just the dumbest thing I've heard today. Of course, at this point it is only 10 a.m.
Me: Well, sir, if I give you the voicemail, you can leave a message for G on there and he'll get it as soon as he comes in.
S: No, I don't like them voicemails, no one ever checks them. Take a message for me.
Me: Sir, I can promise you, G will get a voicemail before he gets any message I take.
S: No voicemail! I'm not using voicemail! You WILL take a message right now!
Yeah, because ordering me around really gets results. You wanna go back and ask my high school basketball coach how well that goes. The story about how he got the inhaler-shaped dent in his skull is pretty funny. (Short version, he pissed me off and I threw it at him.) At this point I do get a little ornery.
Me: Sir, I am going to give you G's voicemail, he won't-
S: I am NOT talking to no G-D voicemail, I-
Me: *transfers to voicemail* Heh heh heh heh.
About a minute later, the phone rings again. I pick it up.
Me: Newsroom.
S: I told you I am not talking to no voicemail! You are going to take a message for me right now-
Me: *transfers to voicemail*
Minute. Phone.
Me: Newsroom.
S: Listen you little-
Me: *transfers to voicemail*
Minute. Phone. Me. S. Threaten. Transfer.
Rinse, repeat.
...repeat.
.......repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
...
Repeat.
*snicker* Seriously, every time this guy calls (going on about 12 times in the last hour), he just starts screaming and cussing, and I just very calmly transfer him. Yet there is not yet even one message left. He is really determined not to leave a voicemail, and yet absolutely certain that he is going to win this little battle of wits we have going here.
Then again, it's been about ten minutes now and he hasn't called back. Aww. And I was just starting to really enjoy this.
Yeah, I know, I'm evil. I'm sorry.
A touch of background. The reporter in question, "G" religiously checks his voicemail, but at the same time, more or less shuffles any and all paper on his desk to one side for...hours...days...months at a time. I've tried everything including taping notes to his chair and wedging them in his keyboard, and he barely acknowledges them. Plus, we have voicemail so there's no reason for me to have to write down something that I'll probably mishear and get wrong, so yeah.
Plus, honestly, I'm just kind of a bitch.
Anyway, this guy calls for "G", who isn't in right now. So I ask the guy, "S" for "sucker" if he wants the voicemail.
S: Well, no, I don't want the voicemail, but can you take a message?
Well that's just the dumbest thing I've heard today. Of course, at this point it is only 10 a.m.
Me: Well, sir, if I give you the voicemail, you can leave a message for G on there and he'll get it as soon as he comes in.
S: No, I don't like them voicemails, no one ever checks them. Take a message for me.
Me: Sir, I can promise you, G will get a voicemail before he gets any message I take.
S: No voicemail! I'm not using voicemail! You WILL take a message right now!
Yeah, because ordering me around really gets results. You wanna go back and ask my high school basketball coach how well that goes. The story about how he got the inhaler-shaped dent in his skull is pretty funny. (Short version, he pissed me off and I threw it at him.) At this point I do get a little ornery.
Me: Sir, I am going to give you G's voicemail, he won't-
S: I am NOT talking to no G-D voicemail, I-
Me: *transfers to voicemail* Heh heh heh heh.
About a minute later, the phone rings again. I pick it up.
Me: Newsroom.
S: I told you I am not talking to no voicemail! You are going to take a message for me right now-
Me: *transfers to voicemail*
Minute. Phone.
Me: Newsroom.
S: Listen you little-
Me: *transfers to voicemail*
Minute. Phone. Me. S. Threaten. Transfer.
Rinse, repeat.
...repeat.
.......repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
...
Repeat.
*snicker* Seriously, every time this guy calls (going on about 12 times in the last hour), he just starts screaming and cussing, and I just very calmly transfer him. Yet there is not yet even one message left. He is really determined not to leave a voicemail, and yet absolutely certain that he is going to win this little battle of wits we have going here.
Then again, it's been about ten minutes now and he hasn't called back. Aww. And I was just starting to really enjoy this.
Yeah, I know, I'm evil. I'm sorry.
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