It's not my fault you're a deushbag...

While currently on hold with Office Depot to find out about corkboard, i thought i'd give you a little dose of dickdum...plus it's easy to stay on hold when they have a continual loop of "Taking Care of Business" on the line... unh! doodoo.. *reset track* Unh!

This "ritterband, allan" calls every fucking day for one of our employees who is never fucking here... Same fucking conversation....

Jackass: "Is Ron there?"

Me: "No, he's not, would you like to leave a message?"

Jerk: "Does he ever check his messages? I tried his cell-phone and he never checks it."

What I think: ("yeah...we have a hard tiime with that, too."

Me: "Yeah...he checks them all of the time.

Really Cool Guy: "Well, last time I checked, he said he didn't know how to check them."

What I think: ("funny... he calls us back all of the time.")

Me: Well, I can have you leave a message for him here."

Deushbag: "Yeah. I'll do that. (long pause)."

Me: "Ok... you're going to have to call back like yesterday."

Fuckass: "That's right. What's up with that? You need to tell 'your peeple' to fix that because that's really silly."

What I think: ("ok.. just fucking call back and leave the fucking message... fuck... why did i pick up the fucking phone?!")

Me: "Well, I'll let you call back (cutting off rude monologue by said dick). BYE!"

Loud Click.

I'm sure he left some awesome message for Ron about, 'how rude the chic who answered the phone is.' well jeebus... don't call me every day and make me go through the same gosh-damn shpiel. This isn't fun for me. It can't be fun for you, either...

I really need to learn to control my snot-factor. I get kinda lippy sometimes! Usually, only when people warrant the behavior.