Tuesday, July 26, 2005

heat, work, this day sucks

I woke up in Florida. At least that's what it felt like when I took out the garbage this morning. Honestly, I was looking for lizards and palm trees outside my home. I thought, "Nah, this can't be Philly! It's too friggin hot out!" This was at 5:30 in the morning, mind you. The damn sun wasn't even up! And to top it off, we had a layer of fog everywhere. So now it's hot AND I can't see anything!


No wait, it gets better.

Now we are in work. I work in an office of about 16 people. How many do you think are in today? Four. I can count on one friggin hand how many people are here. The phones won't stop ringing. All day long it's been, "they're not in", "they're not available", "no, we don't want a free magazine subscription to Medical Breakthrough Journal Weekly", "no, we outsource X department", etc. I can't even get my own stuff done - let alone blog.

Who are these salespeople who call everyday? It's bad enough they manage to butcher a name like Smith, but they have no idea how to get their foot in the front door. One guy called and asked for Mr. Hayman.

me: "Sorry, there is no one here by that name.

caller: "Oh, what about Mrs. Colefield?

me: "No, that person is not employeed here either."

caller: "Well, maybe you can help. What is the name of your company's CFO?"

me: (head in hand at such a lame attempt for information)

Hello? Telemarketers of the business sector. If you want a name, just ask. You don't have to pretend to be detective for crying out loud!

And the heat index is supposed to hurdle past 100 degrees Fahrenheit. And I think the baby left her crayons in the car.



justrose said...

ah, the heat-induced crayon sculptures! hope they weren't in the carseat.

Maidink said...

Of course they were. Check the post.