There was an extremely rude and irate message on my voicemail this morning. It went something like this:
"Ummm, yeah. HELLLLLLLLLO! Is there anyone there? HELLLLLLO! I'm looking for someone to answer the friggin' phone! I've been calling and calling! Is anyone there today???!! HELLLLLLO! Come on! Answer the phone!! I need to talk to someone and no one is aaaaannnswering! You just don't answer the phone on Mondays? HELLLLLLO! HELLLLO! Answer your friggin' phone! HELLLLLO!"
No, moron, we don't answer the phone on Monday because we are closed. You would know this if you had listened to the message which played when you called which said, "Thank you for calling Andrea's Illustrious Company. Our hours are Tuesday thru Saturday, 9 am to 5 pm. We are closed on Sunday and Monday. To leave a message, press...."
In addition, what decade are you living in? Do you really think you can call a business, select the option to be transferred to my voicemailbox, and expect that, even if I am sitting at my desk ignoring you, I will be able to hear your brainless HELLLLLLO caterwauling and that will make me pick up the phone? It's not an answering machine, it's voicemail, ya jerk.
And finally, if it is soooo important that you talk to someone, why not leave your name and number? Because I would have loved to return your call this morning and let you know how immature and idiotic you sounded demanding to have your call answered on a day when we are not open for business.
So many idiots, so little chance for retribution.
1 comment:
Oh my that is funny. Not really that someone would be that brainless but...seriously.
We have two people answering the phone center where I work and you can imagine that during key times of the year it gets rather busy...so people are placed in a hold queue where they are told "Your Call is Important to us please stay on the line and we will get to you as soon as we can (etc)" well I clicked over to the next caller just in time to hear him YELL
ANSWER THE FREAKIN PHONE MORONS!!!!!
At what had to be the top of his lungs.
I could literally hear him cringe when I said very cheerfully (probably too cheerfully since I was trying not to laugh): This is Amy! How can I help you?
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