a small spider climbed down the wall next to the poster above the water fountain at work.
“Should I kill it?” I asked the parts clerk.
“Hell yeah.”
I knew he would say that.
I turned my attention back to the spider suspended at the end of a silk thread, legs twitching in the air as it began to descend further down the wall. I couldn’t bring myself to kill it. with my cup full of water, I went back to my little closet of an office and ignored the crawling speck on the wall.
I answer phones for two dealerships meaning two sets of staff, managers, parts and service departments. both stores have a used car manager named Jim. I work on the Nissan side, we call the other side Euro because it sells European models. (duh.) at least once a week someone will call asking for Jim.
“Do you have a last name for Jim? We have several that work here.”
“Uh…he’s the used car manager.”
“Both used car managers are named Jim. What type of vehicle were you interested in?”
“Look, just let me talk to Jim. He sits at the desk by the window.”
I have to force myself not to tell this person to fuck off—I work in a different building so I don’t know where anyone’s desk is on the Euro side, oh, and let’s not forget THE ENTIRE SHOWROOM IS WINDOWS. every desk is “by the window”.
I explained I don’t know where they sit, I work in a different building.
“Well, can you put me through to someone who works in that building and would know where people sit?” the man snapped.
“Sure,” I said sweetly and put him on hold before I choked him through the phone.
anyway. today’s funny phone call went like this
me: …how may I direct your call?
caller: Parts, please.
me: For what type of vehicle?
caller: Oh. … That’s a good question.
me: ….
caller: uh, well, I *used* to know…
me: We have Nissan, Mercedes, Jaguar and Volvo parts.
caller: …let’s try Mercedes.
