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My co-worker, who shares a pod (it's like a bigger cubicle) with me, is currently crying (and I mean that literally. Tears are streaming down her face) because she doesn't think she's going to get an iPhone. She had thought that she would be able to get one if she left here to get on line at 5:00 (ha!) because "well, they're not selling them until six, they said." I set her straight on that.
First she called some guy she said she knew at the AT&T store:
She: He's not answering his phone. It says this person is not available. How can he do this to me? I flirted with him for nothing.
Me: So when you said you knew him, you meant you didn't really know him at all.
She: No, I know him. He gave me his card.
Me: His AT&T salesman card?
She: Yeah.
Me: You mean the one he gives to everyone he sells anything to?
She: Don't say that. He said I could call him and he would tell me how the line looked.
Me: Right. And I couldn't imagine that he would have lied about that to a woman who he was A) trying to get with and B) trying to sell a phone to.
Then she called her boyfriend:
She: Get in your car right now and come wait in line with me. (pause) Because I don't want to wait alone. (pause) Can't you do that later? Come on! (pause) Okay, we'll switch. Like, I'll wait for a little and then you wait for a little.
Me: They're not going to let you do that. [Maybe they would, I just really sort of don't want her to get one]
She: (to me) PLEASE! Why wouldn't they let us switch places?
Me: Well there's two reasons. One is that they're not switching with anyone, and so why should you get to wait in line only half the time. The other is that they're going to assume that you're going to try and get two, one for each of you.
She: I want to get to go home though and play with my doggie or something.
Me: Well then you're not going to get a phone. I'm sorry; that's how the world works.
She: (to beau) Fine, go get your stupid books. I'm calling my mommy.
She's on the phone with her mother right now, crying into it CRYING!:
Mom, I need you to get in line right now for an iPhone. I just called the store, they said the line's not bad right now, but at twelve they said they expected to get slammed. (pause) Well, can't you get another one? (to me) They said it's only one per customer. (to mom) Well won't they let you buy another one if you're buying it for me? (long pause) Alright, I'm calling Dad. (pause) I don't know, he pulls strings. He can have his assistant wait in line for me. I'm gonna cry. Make Andrew wait in line for me in Vegas. (pause) Why can't he wait to get one! (sob sob sob) Mommy, I want an iPhone so bad. I wanted to play with it all night.
I can't decide whether I want her to rush out right now and get on line so that I don't have to listen to this nonsense anymore (like, seriously, she sounds like Paris fucking Hilton with all her whining) or if I'm sort of enjoying her tears. I also can't decide whether or not this makes me a bad person.