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Jun. 9th, 2007 05:40 pmSomeday I'm going to snap and tell a patron, "If you're on another call, eating dinner, or 'busy right now', don't answer your fucking phone."
And then I will get fired.
And it will totally have been worth it.
Seriously. I understand that telemarketers are the most hated people on Earth (okay, maybe after neo-nazis and people who stand in front of the doors on the subway train when they're not getting off at the next stop) but I'm actually calling to try and help people out. If you don't have five minutes to renew your season tickets or literally ten seconds (I've timed it) to say "I don't want to renew", don't answer your fucking phone.
THE PHONE WILL NOT SELF-DESTRUCT IF YOU DO NOT ANSWER IT.
Nice Boss won't even let me say "I'm sorry I forced you to get up and answer the phone". He says sarcasm is not part of the Box Office dress code.
Have I mentioned don't answer your fucking phone?
Also, a patron today asked me where he could get diesel fuel. I suppose "a gas station" would have been a good suggestion to give him, but instead I merely pointed out that I was sitting in a theatre box office. He managed to infer that I was not sitting next to a large sign reading I KNOW EVERYTHING, GO AHEAD, ASK ME.
And then I will get fired.
And it will totally have been worth it.
Seriously. I understand that telemarketers are the most hated people on Earth (okay, maybe after neo-nazis and people who stand in front of the doors on the subway train when they're not getting off at the next stop) but I'm actually calling to try and help people out. If you don't have five minutes to renew your season tickets or literally ten seconds (I've timed it) to say "I don't want to renew", don't answer your fucking phone.
THE PHONE WILL NOT SELF-DESTRUCT IF YOU DO NOT ANSWER IT.
Nice Boss won't even let me say "I'm sorry I forced you to get up and answer the phone". He says sarcasm is not part of the Box Office dress code.
Have I mentioned don't answer your fucking phone?
Also, a patron today asked me where he could get diesel fuel. I suppose "a gas station" would have been a good suggestion to give him, but instead I merely pointed out that I was sitting in a theatre box office. He managed to infer that I was not sitting next to a large sign reading I KNOW EVERYTHING, GO AHEAD, ASK ME.