evilerandyroth

So I finished all of my training....

Now I'm good to do that whole 4am to 12pm thing every day... and the company is taking full advantage of that.
Fuck.

So... on wendsday.... I locked my keys in my car... My spare keys were in the car too... cause I didn't think I needed them... cause I'm a dumbass... and I walked home... home is along I-205.... and 22 miles away from work. My hips hurt.

I don't like long *forced* walks.

So then... like... I called my pa... and like... he was like... duuuuude..... well not really.

He said "Andy. Here's the number to AAA. You can pretend to be me. And you're pretending to get some service for your son. Which is also you. Go now... and may your trickery trample on the overworked dispachers. *begins kackling*..."...or something like that.

But holy crap! I love having people yell at me over the phone! Really! Not being sarcastic!
So... I'm sitting in my half-cubicle-ish-thing and this guy gets on my line and he's like... "FUCKING TURN ON MY FUCKING PHONE AND DON'T FUCKING CHARGE ME SHIT FOR IT!!!"

And I'm sitting in the ... well... half-cubicle-ish-thing with a sock puppet mimicking his ... umm... dis-like of his current situation... and then everyone around me starts cracking up... and then he can hear everyone start busting up... hehehe... that helps...ummm... calm the customer down... hehehe....

And then I start to explane that I won't be able to handle that request cause I'm in the payment department... while dancing in my chair...
And then he freaks out a little bit more cause he dosen't want to be transfered... and the people around me have stopped taking calls to listen in... And I help them hear me by turning up the volume to my already loud customer on my headphones...
By now my trainers have stopped laughing and have started to give me the evil eye... and franticly begin scribbling in their notebooks with sharpies in big bold writing that says "SCRIPT TO TRANSFER NOW!!!!"
And over the screaming customer I then have to say...
"I'm sorry. I won't be able to take that request. I'm going to transfer you to my customer specialist now. There will be a wait time and you will have to restate you're reason for calling. Thank you for calling Cingular wireless, the new AT&T. One moment while I connect you."
By this point the customer now understand that I'm about to transfer them over to someone else against their will... that makes them happy.
*click*
I kind of feel sorry for the person that they get transfered to...

I'm gonna get fired. And then I'm going to hell... not to mention those karmic slaps to the face. oh yeah... looking forward to it... blah... I can't really take this job without massive ammounts of humor...


Freaking ZOMBIE PARTY!!! YOU WANT TO COME!!!
(I'm gonna post something slyly hinting at a zombie party untill it accualy happens. get used to it.)