I'm actually a hotel worker. /bg
I got a call about 40 minutes ago. The switchboard shows it as an outside line.
Me: Opening spiel
SC: Yes, I'd like to order a pizza.
Me: I'm sorry but you have the wrong number. This is a hotel.
*hangs up*
*phone rngs, outside line*
Me: Opening spiel
SC: I'm trying to order a pizza.
Me: I'm sorry but you still have the wrong number.
I get a slight break before SC calls again from an outside line.
Me: Opening spiel
SC: Look I'm trying to order a fucking pizza!
*click*
You know that urban myth where a babysitter gets a phone call from a mysterious stranger, and the police trace the call only to find it's coming from upstairs? That's kinda how I felt after picking up the phone from an in-house line whereupon I recognize the voice immediately.
Me: Opening spiel for in-house calls
SC: I'm trying to order a fucking pizza.
Me: I'm sorry I thought that when you were calling previously that you were an outside line confusing us for a pizza place.
SC: None of these numbers in the room work.
Me: I apologize for that but let me give you a number that does.
SC: Do you know why they don't work?
Me: I don't know.
SC: Of course not. You're incompetant and you have your head up your ass.
Me: (without commenting) *rattles off pizza delivery number*
I got a call about 40 minutes ago. The switchboard shows it as an outside line.
Me: Opening spiel
SC: Yes, I'd like to order a pizza.
Me: I'm sorry but you have the wrong number. This is a hotel.
*hangs up*
*phone rngs, outside line*
Me: Opening spiel
SC: I'm trying to order a pizza.
Me: I'm sorry but you still have the wrong number.
I get a slight break before SC calls again from an outside line.
Me: Opening spiel
SC: Look I'm trying to order a fucking pizza!
*click*
You know that urban myth where a babysitter gets a phone call from a mysterious stranger, and the police trace the call only to find it's coming from upstairs? That's kinda how I felt after picking up the phone from an in-house line whereupon I recognize the voice immediately.
Me: Opening spiel for in-house calls
SC: I'm trying to order a fucking pizza.
Me: I'm sorry I thought that when you were calling previously that you were an outside line confusing us for a pizza place.
SC: None of these numbers in the room work.
Me: I apologize for that but let me give you a number that does.
SC: Do you know why they don't work?
Me: I don't know.
SC: Of course not. You're incompetant and you have your head up your ass.
Me: (without commenting) *rattles off pizza delivery number*
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