On the subject of needing a life

[christopher575]

Brrrrrrinnnngggggg
Me: <name of employer> this is Christopher.
Her: (long, long pause) Uh, I'm sorry, what was that?
Me: <n a m e  o f  e m p l o y e r> this is Christopher. How can I help you?
Her: Could you run that by me again?
Me: <Name. Of. Employer.> How may I help you?
Her: I don't really know what's going on, someone called me from this number.
Me: Did they leave a message?
Her: No.
Me: It may have been a wrong number. This is a freight forwarding company.
Her: Oh, okay.
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If you can't think of anything better to do than scroll through your caller ID and call the numbers back, even though you didn't get a message and don't recognize the number, you really need to knit or something. And if you insist on calling every number you can find, the least you could do is LISTEN.

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[pixink.livejournal.com]

!!!

I used to get that at the relay a lot. The tty-users would call people, and I'd have to go through the whole explaination of the relay, only to find out that the poor hearing person had just called the wrong number. Lordie.

[christopher575.livejournal.com]

I may or may not have experienced that at the relay but would never say so because of the whole confidentiality thing. But I may or may not have experienced that A LOT.

[pixink.livejournal.com]

*giggle*
Confidentiality my foot!

[filarabit.livejournal.com]

I think I may or may not have heard a lot of extreamly confidential things from some irresponsible relay employees.

[pixink.livejournal.com]

*does not talk about fight club*

[cmorley.livejournal.com]

We get that at my work a lot too.

But the people usually sound very, very, VERY angry. Fuckers.

[chris.livejournal.com]

BUT WHAT IF IT WAS IMPORTANT

[nancypants107.livejournal.com]

me- petes pizza on nw blvd, this is nancy can i help you?
dumbass- do you still have the family meal deal with a bucket and two sides?
me- this is petes pizza sir
dumbass- so do you have that special or not?
me- sir you called petes pizza, not KFC
dumbass- oh.....(pause) i could've sworn i called ###-#### (pause)
me- i'm sorry sir you must've mis-dialed
dumbass- do you know if they have that special?
me- no sir i work here, at petes pizza, is there anything I can help you with?
dumbass- no sorry (click)

[elvendude.livejournal.com]

The Kinko's I used to work at had a phone number that was one digit off from a Pizza Hut. We would commonly get calls for people trying to order a pizza. We also had a rather long greeting message (which I don't remember, but wasn't as long as the one about the chicken challenge at the casino...but I digress). Some of my fellow employees would, around the fifth or sixth time this would happen in a night, would stop explaining to them that they had indeed called a Kinko's and not a pizza place and just take there order, even going so far as repeating it back to them.

I would never engage in this behaviour, of course.

[elvendude.livejournal.com]

Oh god, I apologize for the grammar errors in the above response. *mortified* That's what I get for rereading after and not before?

[christopher575.livejournal.com]

My dad still has the same number that he and my mom got when they moved into the house I grew up in. Unfortunately, it's very similar to the number for the Rio Grande Nature Center and, less similar to--but somehow mistaken often for--the Indian Pueblo Cultural Center. I'd often come home from school to find a message from a teacher interested in organizing a field trip. Once I even called the teacher back and told her she got the wrong number, and she called back anyway, as though I'd said for her to please try to get a hold of me so we could discuss it!

I tried changing our outgoing message to a lengthy explanation that we were actually a family and not either of those places. When I did that, I got a voice mail of my aunt confusedly asking my uncle in the background if we changed our number. NOBODY LISTENS TO ANYTHING, EVER.