I can't begin to explain how sick I am of hearing everyone bitching about Grady Little and how he should be fired because he left Pedro Martinez in the stupid Game 7 too long. Hey everyone, get the fuck over it. Blame the team and their spoiled baby players instead of this guy. And even better, start caring a little less about baseball.
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I think this guy is onto something. Note his thoughts on
clutter.
9:27:31 PM
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Oh my God, do I have a story
to tell. This is actually from the other day... Monday I think - not today,
but I can't believe I didn't remember to post it. It was so ridiculous.
So I was covering reception at work and I get a call that says it's coming from an internal number (3rd floor central conference room) but that also happens if an outside line calls in and no one answers - some lines forward back to reception. So I answer the phone, using the standard greeting, which is "Good afternoon, Payette Associates." Then the conversation goes something like this:
Caller: "Hello, I'm calling about Ms. ________ and that case on the
cape."
Me: "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number. This is an architecture
firm."
Caller: (presumably to someone in her office)"Bruce! Bruce!..." then
proceeds to have a conversation with this other person without saying a word
to me. Not, "hold on" not, "let me check". Nothing. So I sit there in
disbelief for a minute, then hang up. She calls right back.
Me: "Good afternoon, Payette Associates."
Caller: "Hello, I'm calling about Revere Transportation something-or-other
about that case where they couldn't take her because they didn't have a car
seat."
Me: "I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong number. This is an
architecture firm. Payette Associates."
Caller: "No, I'm calling from such-and-such about that case with Revere
Transportation Department."
Me: "I don't know anything about that. I am pretty sure you must have the
wrong number."
Caller: "Oh, they gave me this number."
Me: "Well it's a wrong number."
She hangs up. She immediately calls back.
Me: "Good afternoon, Payette Associates."
Caller: "Hello. I'm so-and-so calling from such-and-such about Ms.
____________ and the Revere Transportation Department case."
Me: "We don't have anyone by that name in this office."
Caller: (annoyed) "No, you're not listening to me. I'm not calling
for her I'm calling about her case. My boss, Mr. So-and-so needs to contact
you about this case."
Me: "This is an architecture firm. The name of the firm is Payette
Associates. I've talked to you before. You have the wrong number. There
is no case with Revere Transportation Department here."
Caller: (disbelievingly) "This isn't ___________ Transportation?"
Me: (more disbelievingly) "No. This is Payette Associates."
Caller: "Oh, I must have the wrong number. Sorry." Hangs up. Mercifully,
this was her last call.
I can imagine how annoying the story is to read.
Imagine how annoying it was to live through. Why did it take her 4 phone
calls to figure out what I told her after her first sentence - that she had
a wrong number? Most importantly, why did she keep calling it over and
over? People are so stupid it almost makes my brain explode. It's
like that episode of the Simpsons where they discover that the reason Homer
is such an idiot is that he has a crayon shoved up his nose into his brain.
When they pull it out he becomes so smart that he can't stand to be around
normal people or watch a movie in the theater, etc. He stands up and
shouts, "Is there no place in the world for the man with the hundred and ten
IQ?" (For reference, an IQ of 110 is slightly above average, but certainly
not genius level.)
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