Today was an unusually slow day at work. I got some really productive work done though, so I was proud of myself.
Then all of a sudden, I get a call from some guy coming in with the Gideons (mormons) conference.
Him: Yeah, I need to change the dates of my reservation. I need to come in Tuesday instead of Sunday.
Me: Okay sir, may I please have your last name?
Him: *last name*
(his reservation wasn’t coming in on a Sunday anyway)
Me: Well sir, I see that you are coming in with the Gideons conference. I can’t make any changes to…
Him: *angrily*Why can’t you just do what I asked?
Me: Sir, I’m not allowed to make changes to any of the reservations in this block of rooms, you have to arrange any changes through the conference itself.
*click*
(I thought mormons were nice?)
Then later…
A guy called in and had a few questions. I answered them, all the while the guy was getting a little overly friendly on the phone, calling me sweetie and hun. I don’t really care what people call me on the phone. Most people aren’t used to my name and I have to repeat it again and again. I’ve taken to answering to pretty much anything; I’ve heard Jeb, Jed, Ed, Sam, Deb, Evan, and even, I’m not sure why or how, Someone called me Suzette, I guess zette sounds like Zeb though…anyway, this guy kept calling me miss. The one thing that I can’t stand when I’m talking to people on the phone is them calling me miss or ma’am. My voice is not that high pitched. So I’m almost done answering this guys questions, slowly lowering my voice until it sounds unmistakeably male. The guy asks where the girl with the pretty voice went (I guess he wasn’t paying attention), so I tell him that I am the girl with the pretty voice and he just stops talking. In my regular voice I tell hem to have a great day, and hang up.
Oh work…
