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elevator music homicide
children of dune - leto 1
seperis
Okay, thought.

You (not-so-hypothetical person on the other side of this phone) called *my* office, for information that, supposedly, you wanted from me. I did not need anything from you. You? Are interrupting Porn.

Porn.

When I answer my phone? Is there anyone there? No. OH MY GOD YOU ARE PLAYING ME BAD ELEVATOR MUSIC? IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME RELAX OR THROW THINGS THROUGH THE (NON-EXISTENT) WINDOWS OF MY (NOT) OFFICE?

Why do I get up in the morning? I need new shoes in the worst way.

*headdesk*

Right. *waves hand* Carry on, internets.


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Gods, when I answered phones for a living, I hated this in the worst way. When I pick up a ringing phone, there had better be a person there, buddy! (The only thing I hated worse were the stupid phone salespeople who were dialing down a list, and hit all. of. our. call-forwarding. numbers. And couldn't be persuaded to skip them.

And interrupting porn should be a flogging offense, surely. (Unless it's bad porn, and then I'm only reading it for the sick watching-a-car-crash thrill.)

THERE WAS SOMETHIHNG WITH A HORRIFIC PICCOLO!

The only thing we don't worry about in sales is state numbers, since we buy them in blocks. Woe to teh salesguy who tries to call us.

But still. Grrr to stupid people.

And hey. Writing porn! sort of. Pre-porn, even.

OMG ARE YOU READING HR PUFNSTUF PORN?

That is wrong on so many levels (and you must send me the link).

(Really? Pre-porn? Let me know if you need another pair of eyes on it.)

I sense job dissatisfaction.

*smirks* Maybe a tiny, tiny bit.

::blink blink::

That's odd. You did hang up, right?

Speaking of offices, at the one I worked at over the summer there were 3 or 4 different types playing: one in the elevators, a different one in the bathrooms, a different one in the main building, and I think there was a final one in one of the storage rooms. And all of it sucked. >.

After one minute, 26 seconds, yes, I did.

*sad* Yes. It took that long.

FOUR KINDS OF MUSIC? OH MY GOD.

I wish there'd been elevator music.

My morning phone call of doom began with "You know how we had a power outage on Tuesday?" It went downhill from there. Mops, off-colored liquid of an indeterminate origin, and two fine young gentlemen from the lab next door using a screwdriver as an icepick... So I get to spend my afternoon taking apart my lab to make sure we got all the mystery goo out. Sometime I wish I worked in a normal (not) office.

Re: I wish there'd been elevator music.

*shudders* I have no words. Seriously.

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