Next time, just let me slog in and pretend like I never left, mmmkay?

[slipjig3]

Today was my first day back to work after vacation, which meant I was greeted by the Welcome Wagon. Unfortunately, "Welcome Wagon" apparently means "Cranky Batshit Cheese Log Callers With Too Much Time on Their Hands" in some unspecified language, because I showed up, plugged in my headset, and immediately received a seven-and-a-half-hour gift basket full of psycho-muffins. Joy.

To make it worse, they weren't even the fun kind of crazy—more like the sort who dial you by mistake, and then scream obscenities at you while exhorting you to "get off their line." One woman asked me the same question three times, which I answered, and then called me stupid for not answering her. (Yes, I hung up on her.) Another woman called no less than six times to ask for the date and then yell that she couldn't hear me, not once stopping to consider that this might have to do with her having the TV on loud enough to defibrilate ER patients at fifty paces. (Yes, I hung up on her, too. Six times.)

I now pray for a better day tomorrow while girding my loins for another day in the trenches. Cheers.

Comments

[bikergeek.livejournal.com]

Look at the bright side. "The Psychomuffins" would be a great band name.

[captain18.livejournal.com]

Yesterday I was told I was lying about the contents of a recorded conversation.

Look on the bright side, the full moon is on its way out.

[rubian77.livejournal.com]

How late do you have to work?

[issendai.livejournal.com]

The last time I was a telesurveyer, the only person who F-bombed me was a sweet little old lady. It was lovely.

Here, something to share with other people in your line of horrible: