*ringring*
[drab, emotionless voice of the same switchboard operator, later that day]
Hello, Zaia Enterprises. Let me guess, you want me to do something for you. Fucking customers, I swear... Well, what is it!?!!
Oh, it's you again. Hello, Mr. Ice. Yes, of course, how could I forget
you. It's not like hundreds of
other people don't call all day long. Of course I'd remember
you specifically. *rolls eyes*
Oh, yes, right, right. I haven't actually spoken with her yet about it, but she's a fairly easy-going lady, so I'm sure she'll be game.
Right.
Uh huh.
Look, I'm an unhappily married, middle-aged woman. I really don't want to hear about her breasts, ok? Sor-ry. *rolls eyes again, holds phone against her shoulder and crosses her arms across her chest*
Ok, so, I'll send up your paperwork right after I get off the phone with you, and you should be seeing some results within the hour. Alright, sir?
Thank you. Hopefully we'll be doing business with you again soon. Yes. Lovely. Have a blissfully super day, or whatever stupid shit I'm supposed to say to you.
*scowls and hangs up phone*
Damn shitty job. Who'd have thought there'd be so many people calling to be put in a stupid sig?! Jeeezus. I feel like beating that woman with my heels. I think I'd rather be one of Durandal's hairdressers than doing this crap much longer....
*gets out Rolodex*
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