Phone calls to work

My boss called me yesterday to ask if I could work tonight, but I had forgotten about my broken phone until I called an realized we have a number-prompt system at work now. How terribly inconvenient. I intended to drop in after classes, but I forgot. By the time I remebered I was already on my way home from campus I couldn't really just turn around to drop in. Then I got home and was all excited to return my borken phone and made my way to the mall.

Long story short - I ended up calling my boss back this morning. When I connected to a human, it was some girl who seemed to have no concept of who worked there.

Gingerbread: Hey is Tiff there?

Other server: Who?

Gingerbread: Tiff!

Other Server: Chris?

Gingerbread: Um, no. Tiff

Other Server: Chris?

Gingerbread: No, Tiff, our boss. Tiff like Tiffany

Other Server: Oh, no I have no idea

Gingerbread: Ok, well can you take a message for me then. Wait, no nevermind. I'm just going to call back and leave a message for her then. Don't pick up.

Other Server: Ok

Gingerbread: (calling back)

Other Server: Hello

Gingerbread: Um, it's just me again. I said I'd call back and leave a message?

Other Server: Right...

Gingerbread: Well how 'bout I just tell you the message and you leave it on her door?

Other Server: Ok

Jeez.

The blogging was interrupted by the doorbell, since we don't usually have gentlemen callers at this hour, I was intrigued.

It's just the furnace guy.

Our property management guy is from some indeterminate Eastern European country and always sends the sketchiest people to fix stuff in our house. I'm talking people you would probably cross the street to avoid, or people you really wouldn't feel comfortable leaving alone in your house if you actually owned it.

I let him in and go back to the blog, and as I'm sitting down, I notice his 'parking spot'. We live on a dead-end street so there's usually not too much traffic, except for the delivery vans (I think everyone on our street has an eBay addiction). Our electrician double-parked out neighbour's car and parked right in the middle of the road. Which I could possibly understand if our road was actually busy, but it's not there was ample parking room at the time. He could have even parked in our driveway, but whatevs.

Our regular readers may have noticed that we swtiched a couple of things around. So as to lessen the appearance of schizophrenia, Latte and I now have separate accounts to facilitate our readers' understanding of who's actually writing the posts.

peace out

ps. I got my new MEC catalogue today. MEC is the only catalogue I love more than IKEA's. We need to take Pancake on a MEC-xpedition soon...