Wait. Stop! Don't do it!!
Phew, I almost wrote it. Nice cleansing breathes, X. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...
Oh, man, head rush.
Oh, that's gonna bruise...
Only the suppressed word is dangerous. ~Ludwig Börne
I keep having the line from "But I'm a Cheerleader" zing through my mind... If you've seen the movie, you know. If not, totally and completely ignore me.
**scratchinghead** Don't think that was a line from Bring it On......
come on X don't hold back. you know you want to....
"Forget past mistakes. Forget failures. Forget everything except what you're going to do now and do it." – William C. Durant
I click here to help detect breast cancer.
I click here to help feed animals in need.
I play this game to help feed people in need.
Do it! Do it! Do it!
{{{ exerting peer pressure }}
Geez X you're slippin' - since when do you hold back??? Let 'er rip
Thanks but quit pushing! I don't need any help from the peanut gallery on getting into trouble. I can do it all on my own. I seriously would have been kicked off I think.
CyclChyk - Oh... I'd like to... can't go there...behave X...
BTW BikeMomma, you just floored me. I like the way you think. (But I can't comment further.)
**yelling it to the 4 walls just to get it out before I explode**
I'm ok now. Resume the humor...
Oh, that's gonna bruise...
Only the suppressed word is dangerous. ~Ludwig Börne
holding back is a fine art, X. It's all good.
I think we should use the "I Hate..." thread to just list all the things we hate in the most humorous way possible. So theraputic.
You know what?
I hate people like 90% of Trek's customers. I talk to them every freaking day.
"I'm calling for (sample name) Maria H(mumblemumble) C(mumblemumble)"
Me: "Ok..." turning to database with extension numbers... "Can you spell their last name?"
"E.... s.... q....u.....i...v...e...l..."
Me: "Esquivel? .... I don't have anyone here by that name..."
"No, that's MY name."
"Can you spell out the last name of the person you're looking for?"
"*starting to get mad* E...S...Q..."
"Their name, ma'am...."
"E....S..."
*screams*
Eventually they get it. sometimes.
Then there's the fantastic folks in our print room. the temperature is never right for them. Not that they're people with the actual climate-controlled clean rooms, they're just picky.
*ring ring*
Me: "_______ Security, how can I help you?"
"Hi this is Jim Bob in SM Print... It's really hot in here and..."
Me: "...I'll let facilities know."
I call facilities. Glen is such an old, sour curmudgeon. We get along GREAT.
*ring, ring*
"This is me...."
Me: "This is me... We have SM Print complaining about their temp again."
"Lemme guess, they're too cold."
Me: "They will be in about fifteen minutes."
Glen laughs. "I'll change the temp once."
I laugh. "Sounds good to me."
Mind you, this happens all the time.
Another call last night, to Glen.
*ring ring*
G: This is me.
Me: This is me... again.
G: You're gettin' to be a regular lil' pest tonight.
Me: No kidding. I just missed ya is all. Say, Screening said one of their power outlets is hanging out on the floor with bare wires... Couldja take a look?
G: (dryly) I'm sure it just fell out.
Me: Yup, just the way people accidentally poop in the urinal.
G: At least not this week. Yet. Don't jinx that.
Me: Believe me, I won't. So... Are you going to fix that outlet?
G: I'm pondering letting someone get zapped.
Me: I think we'd both get in trouble if someone got fried here...
G: Nah, you did your job already- complain at me!
Me: Ah, guess you're right. Take yer time! *sniff* I smell fried chicken. Better make sure nothing bad happened.
G: Bah. Burning people smell like burning hair.
Me, laughing hard enough to have a hard time with the PTT button on the radio: You're a sick man, Glen.
G: Uh-huh. oh, crap, I smell burning hair!
(end comm)
Note: No dumb employees were harmed in the making of this post.
"Forget past mistakes. Forget failures. Forget everything except what you're going to do now and do it." – William C. Durant
I click here to help detect breast cancer.
I click here to help feed animals in need.
I play this game to help feed people in need.
OK, here's one for y'all. We make a call from our business and get no answer. Later we get a phone call--it goes like this....
Me: (Business Name), Can I help you?
Caller:Yeah, did you call me?
Me: Well, it would help if I knew who you were.
Caller: My number is 276-0090.
Me: A name is what I need.
Caller: This is Jim.
Me: Maybe you could give me your full name.
By this time I'm ready to scream because I don't have caller ID!!!
Last edited by Aint Doody; 11-08-2006 at 04:36 PM. Reason: to clarify!
Here's one. I got a text message on my cell today. It was a PORN PIC! It was vile, and the caption asked "Don't you wish you were doing this??"
It gave the # of the sender but its a prefix I don't recognise - not sure who the carrier could be otherwise I'd report the buggar.....
GUH. Or when I get a call from someone saying "I got a call from this number... (blah blah blah) Did you call me? I don't like solicitors. Who is this? Is this a business? What do you do?"
Me: Uhm... This is (business name) we manufacture circuit boards.
"Why would you call me?! Where are you?!"
Me: We're located in (Place, State). I didn't call you, but because all of our outbound calls have the same number on caller ID, it could have been any of the phones in the plant. Perhaps you know someone here?"
"Where is this again?"
"(Company name),(Place, State)"
"I don't know anyone there!"
(cue baby screaming in background. If no small children are present, inevitably a dog will start barking, the TV will get loud(er) and (more) annoying.)
Caller: (to thing making noise)"SHUT UP!"
(Thing makes more noise)
"I don't have time for this. Did you call me or not?!"
Me: Ma'am, I'm with security, and I can assure you, this company does not make outbound calls. At the very most, someone had a wrong number or its someone who knows you."
Her: ****! *** **** it!!! ****! (Click! Hummmmmmmmm)
Me: