Oh. Dear. God.

[kubera501]

Literally thirty seconds after I hit the 'submit' on the above post, my cell phone made a 'you have voicemail' noise. The ringer was off since I loaned it to Ash while she was at the movies last night with some chums, so I never heard it ring. As I was pulling my voicemail, at 8:20 in the morning, my HOUSE PHONE rang.

At 8:20 in the morning. On a

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[blindseeking]

I love you Bentato.

[sylvar]

Is that the vocative form of the past participle of bentāre, "O thou bented one"? Or is it like Ben-tater?

Don't mind me, I woke up thinking of a pun between "enthymeme" and "Anthy meme".

[kubera501]

It is the latter. Based on the greeting card from the works of Edward Monkton. I am the Potato to my sweetie's Biscuit.

[blindseeking]

We considered calling him Ben-Potato but it just didn't sound right.

On the other hand neither does Ashcuit.

[hotaustinnights]

I'd email someone and ask them to remove your number, that you don't appriciate calls on saturday at such an unreasonable hour.

[kubera501]

The problem is that since I was a one-man show, everyone has my phone number programmed into their cell phones. I can't unring that bell.

[sylvar]

You can get a silent ringtone and assign it to each contact who calls for tech support...

[cardinalximinez]

Those bastards wouldn't even spring for a company-owned cell phone?

[_omega_man]

Hey better 26 months than 26 years!
Good riddance to bad indentured serfitude!
Hope your next work situation finds you less burdened and more appreciated.

[h_postmortemus]

Burn no bridges...

(but feel free to plant the napalm...)