7 hours to go
Just 7 hours until we take Gimpy to the strip joint. The place is called Load of Mischief. I don't know what to think about this. I can't help but wonder what this "mischief" is, and if it will make me involuntarily stick to my chair. I don't think the word "Load" should ever be associated with a strip club name, if only to ease the concerns of its patrons.
Work has slowed considerably since we started almost 2 hours ago. I could stand for it to be this slow all the time, especially since 5 of the calls I've taken have been test calls from the supervisor.
So some girl I don't know but is ok because she says Canadians are the hottest motherfuckers ever gets to hang out with midgets today. I get to listen to people on the phone instead. I can tell they aren't midgets because they don't have elf voices. They also don't have smurf voices. I wish someone would call in wanting to smurf an internet account, or wanting help with their smurfed up computer.
I've noticed that Gimpy also reminds me of Les Nessman.
That is all.
Work has slowed considerably since we started almost 2 hours ago. I could stand for it to be this slow all the time, especially since 5 of the calls I've taken have been test calls from the supervisor.
So some girl I don't know but is ok because she says Canadians are the hottest motherfuckers ever gets to hang out with midgets today. I get to listen to people on the phone instead. I can tell they aren't midgets because they don't have elf voices. They also don't have smurf voices. I wish someone would call in wanting to smurf an internet account, or wanting help with their smurfed up computer.
I've noticed that Gimpy also reminds me of Les Nessman.
That is all.