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Christ. motherfucking people and their motherfucking questions.
They call, without knowing who they're calling for, or what case they're calling on, but expect that i will be able to psychically divine this information from the fucking universe and figure it out for them. On the occasion that they do know who they're calling for, they butcher that person's name - not once, not twice, but every damn time they call: "can i talk to Gazelle?" "Giselle?" "Yes Gazelle." Then do it again 15 minutes later when they call back to ask about something they forgot to ask earlier. Or they call, and if the person they seek is unavailable, ask if someone else can help them, and don't fucking believe you when you try to tell them no nicely.
They call, asking questions like "will you be open tomorrow" as though i know what National Weather Service doesn't about exactly how much snow will be on the ground when we wake in the morning; questions like whether they can get a discount on sevices now because they used our services 10 fucking years ago; questions like "i can't find parking what do i do?" DRIVE MOTHERFUCKER DRIVE!
They call, and questions of courtesy that you know they could give two shits about the answer to, like, "How are you doing today?", and the worst part about it is that if you don't ask those questions back it's considered rude. They call, and proceed to tell you their whole fucking life story, all the while t.a.l.k...i...n...g.......s..............o.................................................s..........l........o........w........l........y
And you know what? I'm well aware that the visitor vehicle registration policy of our building is stupid and annoying, but what's up with people not knowing their own damn tag numbers? it's 6, maybe 7 little digits that will probably be a life saver should your vehicle ever get fucking stolen folks. Get a fucking clue.
They call, without knowing who they're calling for, or what case they're calling on, but expect that i will be able to psychically divine this information from the fucking universe and figure it out for them. On the occasion that they do know who they're calling for, they butcher that person's name - not once, not twice, but every damn time they call: "can i talk to Gazelle?" "Giselle?" "Yes Gazelle." Then do it again 15 minutes later when they call back to ask about something they forgot to ask earlier. Or they call, and if the person they seek is unavailable, ask if someone else can help them, and don't fucking believe you when you try to tell them no nicely.
They call, asking questions like "will you be open tomorrow" as though i know what National Weather Service doesn't about exactly how much snow will be on the ground when we wake in the morning; questions like whether they can get a discount on sevices now because they used our services 10 fucking years ago; questions like "i can't find parking what do i do?" DRIVE MOTHERFUCKER DRIVE!
They call, and questions of courtesy that you know they could give two shits about the answer to, like, "How are you doing today?", and the worst part about it is that if you don't ask those questions back it's considered rude. They call, and proceed to tell you their whole fucking life story, all the while t.a.l.k...i...n...g.......s..............o.................................................s..........l........o........w........l........y
And you know what? I'm well aware that the visitor vehicle registration policy of our building is stupid and annoying, but what's up with people not knowing their own damn tag numbers? it's 6, maybe 7 little digits that will probably be a life saver should your vehicle ever get fucking stolen folks. Get a fucking clue.