At 03:18 AM 6/21/1998 -0400, brad wrote:
in the past week i've had the following occurences at work:
1. some old guy wanted the number to the CIA in so and so town (i can't remember) and while i was looking he asked me if i was gonna kill him. i said "why would i kill you" and he said because he knew where the secret headquarters was, i told him i didn't know what he was talking about so he goes "you fucking son of a bitchin fuck, you won't kill me cause you don't know where i live" and he was yelling...i mean yelling. apparently he thought that i worked for the government. so i said, "no i don't know where you live, but i know your phone number. we'll be there in an hour." and then he let out this big gasp! and hung up the phone.
Ooooh, this hit too close to home to pass up. I work for the government (temporarily, thank you!!), and for the first 8 months of my assignment I was on reception, taking calls from disgruntled workers, union members and evil lawyers from across the province. NEVER take government temp jobs. See, people have this notion that because their taxes pay your salary (which they only do in an indirect way since I'm from an agency), you owe them the world and they have to right to treat you like absolute crap in the process. Yeah, yeah, the government sucks, but be nice to the receptionists because chances are they are poor little temps who are never offered contracts or benefits or paid sick days because Mike Harris (evil Premier) prefers to burn them out and get a new temp which saves the province lots of money so he can have more posh lunch functions where they unveil the new laws cracking down on those good-for-nothing single mother welfare recipients who spend their cheques on beer, so he said. ANYHOW. Sometimes funny (albeit twisted) things do happen, though. There was the woman who called in the complain about her boss. She worked for a sex chat line that ran out of his house. Apparently she'd caught some, err, affliction off his couches, because all the girls lay on them naked during their shift. Their boss made them do that as he thought it put them in the right mood. I didn't know what to tell her! Health & Safety complaint perhaps? Or the guy who filed a complaint against his union for being fired. His statement was a volume, 2 inches thick! In it we discovered he'd been harrassing this woman at work, claiming she should have understood that only with her could he begin the sexual healing process he so desperately needed, due to a very traumatic childhood. Hello, stalker much??? *B&S Content*: sometimes I'd get so upset from the calls that I'd just have to walk away from the front desk. I'd take off for the 10th floor, which was empty, and sit on the floor & listen to them on my walkman until I calmed down. right, off to make brunch for my dad. love elisabeth xx ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Somos todos conejitos felices que tararean . consonancias felices del conejito - no somos? -----------------------------------------------------------------------