OMG, that's you? Sorry for being so terse.
But see, I know it's my problem, so I don't mind when the person's like, "I said, Good afternoon, COMPANY X MAY I HELP YOU."
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OMG, that's you? Sorry for being so terse.
But see, I know it's my problem, so I don't mind when the person's like, "I said, Good afternoon, COMPANY X MAY I HELP YOU."
The only calls I'm supposed to get are internal ones, and mostly from people I've communicated with before.
We're a company of a gazillion divisions that look separate to the outside eye, so when someone gets me by mistake and then asks for me to route them back to the operator...well, I've stopped feeling bad. But I have no idea where to start dialling. And "well, anyone in the XYZ department, then" doesn't work, because how could I find them?
And then there's the guy who thought I was protecting myself by not transferring him to the CEO.
I don't want to marry Clooney. I don't even want to have sex with him. I just want him to take me out to dinner and dancing and make me feel like a million bucks occasionally.
This should be doable, right?
I answer the phone "Good morning, X Library Reference Desk. How may I help you?" It's long enough that even people fuddled by phone greetings can get the last part.
I will volunteer to stop Clooney. Just get me a meeting with him.
So, while I was out on a run, I swung through a McDonalds drivethrough and picked up a Shamrock Shake, which I haven't had since I was a wee lad, and thought might be a nice treat.
It was TEH NAST! I threw most of it out. Blech.
I just want him to take me out to dinner and dancing and make me feel like a million bucks occasionally.
Would your hips be pressed together?
Also, does your husband lurk here?
Sean, when you say "out on a run," you mean that thing you do to increase health and cardiovascular capacity, right? And you swung through a McD's for a shake during said run? Are you bucking for the title of Big Dog or Bubba? Hmmmm?
I don't want to marry Clooney. I don't even want to have sex with him. I just want him to take me out to dinner and dancing and make me feel like a million bucks occasionally.
Were I Clooney's wife I would be more than alright with this.
Also alright:
big hugs
the occasional snuggle
foot rubs for pregnant women and/or waitresses
kissing him on the cheek (don't squeal in his ear)
licking him on the cheek (just not too slobbery)
showing up with as date at HS Reunion
pretending to flirt with to drive an ex wild with jealousy
I'm more than reasonable and will share (a little).
Sean, when you say "out on a run," you mean that thing you do to increase health and cardiovascular capacity, right? And you swung through a McD's for a shake during said run? Are you bucking for the title of Big Dog or Bubba? Hmmmm?
Let's not focus on that now. Sean found a McDonald's product nasty. What's that sound? Is it ... personal growth?
(And no, I don't mean undiscovered mould)
The problem with giving away the gift bag to charity is that a lot of those Gift Certificates in the Oscar Gift Bags are non-transferrable. There was some chichi hotel in BC interviewed because there regularly have a package trip in the Oscar gift bag, and they were saying that even if George Clooney's mother called with George's gift certificate, they would not honour it. They also said that they've had very few people use them.