I don't get paid enough. At all.
Allow me to share with you a conversation I just had with a caller...
It's a real estate call. The agent this man is looking for is no longer with the company, but we have a forwarding number to give out. I tell the caller this. We have already established that he's got an answering service and the office is closed, as it's almost 9PM. On a Sunday.
Loki: "Would you like his new number now?"
Caller: "NO!"
Loki: "All right... but he's not with *BigShots Real Estate* any longer, sir. This is the only number I have for him."
Caller: "You call him!"
Loki: "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not allowed to connect you directly. I'm happy to give -"
Caller: "*something garbled* THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE!"
Loki: "Pardon me?"
Caller: "PUNKY! P! U! N! K! Y!"
Loki: *stunned* "... punky?"
Caller: "That is what you are! PUNKY!"
Loki: "... so would you like Mister Agent's new number?"
Caller: "Where is your boss? How does he like when you treat this way?" (Verbatim. Caller had a thick, er... Surrey accent.)
Loki: "I'm trying to help you, but if you're going to be rude, I'll end the call. Do you want Mister Agent's new number?"
Caller: "YOU CALL HIM. I WILL NOT CALL HIM."
Loki: "Then I can't help you, sir. Have a nice night."
Caller: "PUNKY! YOU ARE PUNKY WOMAN DO YOU KNOW -"
Loki: *click*
Given the sheer volume he reached at the end, I'm left wondering what his neighbours thought was going on. Also, I'm Punky Woman. I wonder what superpowers come with that?
It's a real estate call. The agent this man is looking for is no longer with the company, but we have a forwarding number to give out. I tell the caller this. We have already established that he's got an answering service and the office is closed, as it's almost 9PM. On a Sunday.
Loki: "Would you like his new number now?"
Caller: "NO!"
Loki: "All right... but he's not with *BigShots Real Estate* any longer, sir. This is the only number I have for him."
Caller: "You call him!"
Loki: "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not allowed to connect you directly. I'm happy to give -"
Caller: "*something garbled* THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE!"
Loki: "Pardon me?"
Caller: "PUNKY! P! U! N! K! Y!"
Loki: *stunned* "... punky?"
Caller: "That is what you are! PUNKY!"
Loki: "... so would you like Mister Agent's new number?"
Caller: "Where is your boss? How does he like when you treat this way?" (Verbatim. Caller had a thick, er... Surrey accent.)
Loki: "I'm trying to help you, but if you're going to be rude, I'll end the call. Do you want Mister Agent's new number?"
Caller: "YOU CALL HIM. I WILL NOT CALL HIM."
Loki: "Then I can't help you, sir. Have a nice night."
Caller: "PUNKY! YOU ARE PUNKY WOMAN DO YOU KNOW -"
Loki: *click*
Given the sheer volume he reached at the end, I'm left wondering what his neighbours thought was going on. Also, I'm Punky Woman. I wonder what superpowers come with that?