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For the record, I've only been here four hours. I've still got half a day to go. *siiiiiiigh*
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Me: "Newsroom."
SC: "I didn't get my paper this morning."
Me: "Okay, let me transfer you to circulation."
SC: "I already talked to them."
Me: "...do you know why they sent you up here, then?"
SC: "I called back because I think your editor needs to know about this."
Me: "Um, sir, the editor is only in charge of the newsroom and the stories. You'd need to talk to the manager of the circulation department."
SC: "Well, that's bull***t!" *hangs up*
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Me: "Newsroom."
SC: *way too happy for 8:30 a.m.* "I didn't get your naaaaame!"
Me: "...that's because I only said that this is the newsroom."
SC: "Oh, okay, hun! What's your name?"
Me: "Mysty."
SC: "Is that all?"
Me: "Yeah. I'm like Madonna. How can I help you?"
(I admit I was a little rude with this one but I HATE people trying to find out my name. Things went normally afterwards. To be honest, I don't think she even noticed I was being short.)
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Me: "Newsroom."
SC: "Is this the newsroom?"
Me: *sighs*
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Me: "Newsroom."
SC: "I need the phone number for the *local paranormal team*, the ghosts are back in my house!!"
Me: "Uh. Hold on."
SC: "Hurry! They're'a comin'!"
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Me: *answering phone from empty sports department* "Newsroom."
SC: "I need to talk to someone in sports. That you?"
Me: "There's no one in sports till after 3 o'clock, sir."
SC: "Well maybe YOUUUUU can help me." (God, I hate that line.)
Me: *internally cringing* "I'll see if I can."
SC: "Do you know the score for *really obscure football game taking place 50 miles away between two towns with a combined population less than 1,000 people*?"
Me: "Um, no sir, I don't know that."
SC: "Well you aren't any help at all!"
Me: "No, sir. The sports guys will be in after three, though."
SC: *SIIIIIGH* "All right." *hangup*
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Me: "Newsroom."
Crap Coworker: "This is 'G' downstairs, I have a lady who has an announcement for her daughter's winning a baby pageant at the mall, she wants to know if you guys can do a story on that or if she has to pay for an ad."
Me: "Um, it was a mall pageant?"
CC: "Yeah, a little thing out at the mall."
Me: "We only cover *two relatively big-time local pageants*. We've only EVER covered those two. We can't cover for her baby winning at the mall."
CC: "Why not?"
Me: "Wanna talk to *editor* about it?"
CC: *hangup*
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Me: "Newsroom."
SC: "I need to speak to *editor*."
Me: "He's out to lunch at the moment."
SC: "But it's only 11:30!!"
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Me: *answering phone for IT guy* "*Tech Dude*'s office."
Panicky Woman: "I need to talk to Tech Dude!"
Me: "He's out to lunch at the moment."
PW: "Oh crap...um..." *phone makes bizarre sizzling noise*
Me: "Ma'am?"
PW: "Uh, we're having some issues, could you have him call us when he gets back?"
Me: "Sure, what's the number?"
PW: "It's-," *BZZZK* "Ow!"
Me:
"Ma'am??"
PW: *rattles off number* "Just, uh, when he gets-," *BZZZK* "OW! A chance?"
Me: "Yes ma'am."
PW: "Thanks!" *hangs up*
Just four more hours. Oy.
Randomly, we need one of these
with a phone getting trashed.
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Me: "Newsroom."
SC: "I didn't get my paper this morning."
Me: "Okay, let me transfer you to circulation."
SC: "I already talked to them."
Me: "...do you know why they sent you up here, then?"
SC: "I called back because I think your editor needs to know about this."
Me: "Um, sir, the editor is only in charge of the newsroom and the stories. You'd need to talk to the manager of the circulation department."
SC: "Well, that's bull***t!" *hangs up*
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Me: "Newsroom."
SC: *way too happy for 8:30 a.m.* "I didn't get your naaaaame!"
Me: "...that's because I only said that this is the newsroom."
SC: "Oh, okay, hun! What's your name?"
Me: "Mysty."
SC: "Is that all?"
Me: "Yeah. I'm like Madonna. How can I help you?"
(I admit I was a little rude with this one but I HATE people trying to find out my name. Things went normally afterwards. To be honest, I don't think she even noticed I was being short.)
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Me: "Newsroom."
SC: "Is this the newsroom?"
Me: *sighs*
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Me: "Newsroom."
SC: "I need the phone number for the *local paranormal team*, the ghosts are back in my house!!"
Me: "Uh. Hold on."
SC: "Hurry! They're'a comin'!"
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Me: *answering phone from empty sports department* "Newsroom."
SC: "I need to talk to someone in sports. That you?"
Me: "There's no one in sports till after 3 o'clock, sir."
SC: "Well maybe YOUUUUU can help me." (God, I hate that line.)
Me: *internally cringing* "I'll see if I can."
SC: "Do you know the score for *really obscure football game taking place 50 miles away between two towns with a combined population less than 1,000 people*?"
Me: "Um, no sir, I don't know that."
SC: "Well you aren't any help at all!"
Me: "No, sir. The sports guys will be in after three, though."
SC: *SIIIIIGH* "All right." *hangup*
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Me: "Newsroom."
Crap Coworker: "This is 'G' downstairs, I have a lady who has an announcement for her daughter's winning a baby pageant at the mall, she wants to know if you guys can do a story on that or if she has to pay for an ad."
Me: "Um, it was a mall pageant?"
CC: "Yeah, a little thing out at the mall."
Me: "We only cover *two relatively big-time local pageants*. We've only EVER covered those two. We can't cover for her baby winning at the mall."
CC: "Why not?"
Me: "Wanna talk to *editor* about it?"
CC: *hangup*
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Me: "Newsroom."
SC: "I need to speak to *editor*."
Me: "He's out to lunch at the moment."
SC: "But it's only 11:30!!"
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Me: *answering phone for IT guy* "*Tech Dude*'s office."
Panicky Woman: "I need to talk to Tech Dude!"
Me: "He's out to lunch at the moment."
PW: "Oh crap...um..." *phone makes bizarre sizzling noise*
Me: "Ma'am?"
PW: "Uh, we're having some issues, could you have him call us when he gets back?"
Me: "Sure, what's the number?"
PW: "It's-," *BZZZK* "Ow!"
Me:
"Ma'am??"PW: *rattles off number* "Just, uh, when he gets-," *BZZZK* "OW! A chance?"
Me: "Yes ma'am."
PW: "Thanks!" *hangs up*
Just four more hours. Oy.
Randomly, we need one of these
with a phone getting trashed.
OMG!! That gave me the best laugh all day! Thanks Mysty! 
I AM the evil bastard!
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