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Could be someone I know, someone I don't know, fictional characters, dead people. I don't care, I'm an equal opportunity complainer when it comes to complete dickwads.

Wherever there's a Complete Tool, I'll follow closely behind with my anonymous bitching. 'Cuz that'll show 'em.

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Monday, June 15, 2009

Voicemail Snafu Kid

Today was a new low for poor Internet/Toothless/Job's-A-Hobby employee. I almost feel bad for blogging about him so complete strangers can laugh at his complete toolness, but then I would have nothing else to blab about.

I have 3 people on staff on Mondays. 2 of them called in sick today. I called ITJE (I really need to come up with a cool nickname for him) and left him a message asking if he'd like to pick up some extra hours. He called back about 2 hours later to say that he was visiting a friend in another county 2 hours away and couldn't come. Bummer. Who cares? I got things under control. The power of my awesomeness is mighty.

About 3 hours later, I take off for lunch and I have a voicemail on my personal cell phone. From him. Huh? I just talked to him. Did he change his mind?

Nope. He left me a message that said: "Hey, this is FirstName LastName. I'm not going to be able to meet with you today after all because 2 people just called in sick at work and I need to go in. Unfortunately, I'll be working all week long. Maybe we can meet up some other time at Awesome Steakhouse. Anyway, I'm glad you called me, because now I have your number. Talk to you later."

This message is not for me. I don't know who the heck he was blowing off because he "had to work", but they're going to be really pissed off at him because they never got the message. I bet he saved my cell number to their name in his phone too. *evil snicker*

Tomorrow is going to be so much fun. I get to tell him that he left me an awfully mysterious message. Then watch his jaw drop. I will laugh maniacally. Don't feel bad for him though. I won't completely crush him under my foot. I will not mention at all the fact that I played it for my husband, then told all my friends and any stranger who reads this blog (thank you both).


Awesomeness said...

FYI, he was dodging a creepy old dude stalker. This guy was inviting him to steak dinner, then also making overtures dogs for dessert. ;-)