Greetings from Squidsville
Overheard from the office next door, in the space of (evidently) one (actual business-related) phone call:
1. "S'uuuupppp, duuuude?"
2. "THAT'S what I'm talkin' 'bout."
3. "Rock & roll."
There was more, but I was too busy sighing and saying, "squid," under my breath to listen.
Do people hear themselves?
1. "S'uuuupppp, duuuude?"
2. "THAT'S what I'm talkin' 'bout."
3. "Rock & roll."
There was more, but I was too busy sighing and saying, "squid," under my breath to listen.
Do people hear themselves?
posted by Andraste at 10:49 AM
4 Comments:
If people heard themselves than the idiot who sits literally twelve feet away from me in his open-air cubicle would not take EVERY SINGLE PHONE CALL on speaker phone so that the entire office can hear him yelling at his wife in Mandarin. I am not kidding. Every. Single. Call.
Surely, not a jury in the land would convict me if his tie met an unfortunate demise at the hands of the pencil sharpener.
I have one of those just a few feet away from me, too. ALWAYS screaming at her husband on the phone, in one of those high-pitched voices, with that little quiver in it, that always sounds like tears are not far behind.
Why doesn't she just run a rake across a chalk board?
So my rep lives in Boston? I knew it.
Sorry, I got nothing today. Too many Amstel Lights and not enough sleep.
Start shouting into your phone "You mean I've fucking won? Oh my fucking good God! How much? Fucking hell, that's loads" until you're sure everyone's heard, then drop your voice and say "Uh, I'd better go..."
Then deny everything when colleagues start questioning you, but enjoy how much the cunts start falling over themselves to get you a coffee.
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