We're not to blame...
So I suppose things worked out alright with my work situation. I didn't get fired, which is good. But it will likely take me longer to roll over, which is bad. It ended up that the guy who was supposed to take me didn't wake up that morning, and he only came in for five minutes the next day to quit. I knew he would be quitting soon because he was planning on moving, but he was originally planning on working for a few more days. Oh well! I guess you can't trust anyone but yourself. The good thing is, now that he has moved away he doesn't need to fear running into me in a dark alley. Yes, there is many a dark alley in Boise.
I hate people who only write about what happens at work, and I swear I am not going to become one of those people. After this one story. So last week I was on the phones, and I got a call from someone saying they wanted to place an order. The man was breathing heavily, and I thought it sounded dirty, but I chalked that up to me having a perverted mind and figured he was probably an old man who couldn't breathe well. And then I asked him for his credit card, and he was taking a seemingly long time to find it. The breathing got heavier, and I told him sternly that he needed to find his credit card. "Oh Sara, my dick is so hard and I want to put it in..." At that point I could clearly hear him masturbating, and so I thanked him for calling Pro-Activ solution and hung up. I was glad I didn't get another call immediately afterward, because I could not stop laughing for a good five minutes. But I was completely disgusted as well. What probably grossed me out the most was that he actually called me by my name. If someone wants to have phonesex that's cool and all, but go on and shell out the $4.99 a minute and it will probably be more enjoyable for everyone involved. Eh, at least digusting perverts break up the monotony of the day!
In other news, I really really love the tomato basil soup at Square. And this song....
I hate people who only write about what happens at work, and I swear I am not going to become one of those people. After this one story. So last week I was on the phones, and I got a call from someone saying they wanted to place an order. The man was breathing heavily, and I thought it sounded dirty, but I chalked that up to me having a perverted mind and figured he was probably an old man who couldn't breathe well. And then I asked him for his credit card, and he was taking a seemingly long time to find it. The breathing got heavier, and I told him sternly that he needed to find his credit card. "Oh Sara, my dick is so hard and I want to put it in..." At that point I could clearly hear him masturbating, and so I thanked him for calling Pro-Activ solution and hung up. I was glad I didn't get another call immediately afterward, because I could not stop laughing for a good five minutes. But I was completely disgusted as well. What probably grossed me out the most was that he actually called me by my name. If someone wants to have phonesex that's cool and all, but go on and shell out the $4.99 a minute and it will probably be more enjoyable for everyone involved. Eh, at least digusting perverts break up the monotony of the day!
In other news, I really really love the tomato basil soup at Square. And this song....