Telephone Irritation...
Sep. 26th, 2002 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceebeegeeThere are days when I long to reach through the cord and slap the shit out of people.
When calling for a lowly analyst (one for whom the evening assistant is not expected to take messages--in fact I'm not even supposed to answer his goddamn phone, I just can't always tell the difference between the rings), the correct response to "Would you like voice mail?" is not to hem and haw and play with your dick and then ask if I can try him again. No, I can't. He's not here. No, really. No. Really. How do I know this? Because the Managing Director, who is much more important than the analyst you're trying to reach, HAS A CALL COMING THROUGH!!! Don't make me be rude! I am thisclose to hanging up on your indecisive ass!
I think a Dirty Dancing quotation applies here:
Robbie (slapping a copy of Atlas Shrugged into Baby's hand): Some people count--some don't. Read it. But don't mess it up, I've got notes in the margin.
When calling for a lowly analyst (one for whom the evening assistant is not expected to take messages--in fact I'm not even supposed to answer his goddamn phone, I just can't always tell the difference between the rings), the correct response to "Would you like voice mail?" is not to hem and haw and play with your dick and then ask if I can try him again. No, I can't. He's not here. No, really. No. Really. How do I know this? Because the Managing Director, who is much more important than the analyst you're trying to reach, HAS A CALL COMING THROUGH!!! Don't make me be rude! I am thisclose to hanging up on your indecisive ass!
I think a Dirty Dancing quotation applies here:
Robbie (slapping a copy of Atlas Shrugged into Baby's hand): Some people count--some don't. Read it. But don't mess it up, I've got notes in the margin.
