Worst voice mail ever
I was just checking the morning voicemail at work, and got this gem:
A woman caller says, "Hello, please return my call, it's *number*."
I call the number, and get a man. I say, "Good morning, we received a message on our voice mail to call this number so I'm returning your call."
The man says, "Hold on one moment," then says something to someone else in the room. The lady from the voice mail gets on.
Lady: "Hello, who's this?"
Me: "This is Dave from East Point Systems."
Lady: "What's the flashing light?"
Me: "I'm sorry, come again?"
Lady: You know, the flashy light, like red and green.
Me: I'm sorry ma'am, you're going to have to explain more.
Lady: Well, East Point Systems was written on the rubber disk with your number and it just popped up now with the green light.
*At this point I had to ask the lady to hold because I was cracking up*
Me: Rubber disk you say?
Lady: Yeah, you know, the flashing lights.
Me: Um...
Lady: What is it?
Me: Is this on your computer?
Lady: Yes, the green computer
Me: Ok... it's on the green computer?
Lady: Yes, it has a green computer, and flashing lights.
Me: Do you have a problem with your software?
Lady: Flashing lights
Me: I'm sorry, I'm not sure I can help you right now, can you call back later?
*Hangs up phone*
I can't make this shit up.
I'm exhausted this morning, I never guessed that work plus trying to maintain a meager semblance of social life would be this much of a juggling act. Well, now I know.
A woman caller says, "Hello, please return my call, it's *number*."
I call the number, and get a man. I say, "Good morning, we received a message on our voice mail to call this number so I'm returning your call."
The man says, "Hold on one moment," then says something to someone else in the room. The lady from the voice mail gets on.
Lady: "Hello, who's this?"
Me: "This is Dave from East Point Systems."
Lady: "What's the flashing light?"
Me: "I'm sorry, come again?"
Lady: You know, the flashy light, like red and green.
Me: I'm sorry ma'am, you're going to have to explain more.
Lady: Well, East Point Systems was written on the rubber disk with your number and it just popped up now with the green light.
*At this point I had to ask the lady to hold because I was cracking up*
Me: Rubber disk you say?
Lady: Yeah, you know, the flashing lights.
Me: Um...
Lady: What is it?
Me: Is this on your computer?
Lady: Yes, the green computer
Me: Ok... it's on the green computer?
Lady: Yes, it has a green computer, and flashing lights.
Me: Do you have a problem with your software?
Lady: Flashing lights
Me: I'm sorry, I'm not sure I can help you right now, can you call back later?
*Hangs up phone*
I can't make this shit up.
I'm exhausted this morning, I never guessed that work plus trying to maintain a meager semblance of social life would be this much of a juggling act. Well, now I know.