Ewww.

[sargiegirl76.livejournal.com]

Here at HellOffice, I have one particular client who is the very epitome of mouthbreather. It always sounds as if he's got the phone shoved in his gaping maw. Or he could be Darth Vader. The jury is still out.

What makes this extra creepy is that said client is local, about 25 years older than me, and is always calling to ask me to go to lunch with him. I repeatedly turn him down, as any sane person probably would, but he's very persistent. Instead of emailing files to me, he always says he'll 'swing by the office and drop them off, and then maybe you can get away for lunch'.

I lock myself in the bathroom after warning our receptionist of the impending arrival. She is always really thrilled to know he's dropping by. I can tell by the way she throws around the expletives.

Now, I know that this can happen as a result of being a female with a decent phone presence who always tries to be nice, but this isn't Tech Support Match Game. I'll fix your files, help you configure your server, and even explain the tax code. But I'm not available as an escort, thank you.

Sick bastards. This isn't the first time this has happened, either. I've actually told our receptionist to keep one client from contacting me at all due to his overexuberance to 'get me drunk and treat me right.'

Bleh.

(x-posted to my personal journal)

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Re: Wait a minute, did you call a helpdesk, or did you mistake our number for a date line?

[sargiegirl76.livejournal.com]

Wait a minute, did you call a helpdesk, or did you mistake our number for a date line?

One of these days, I'm going to just snap and say "Look, our number is 1-800-XXX-XXXX, not 1-900-DIAL-A-HO!"

They do like to volunteer information though. Some of it is fantastic and hilarious, and the rest makes me want to take out a restraining order.