To my dyin' day, i will never understands the imbeciles that ring a phone
and let it ring for twenty times. What do they expect? That I'm busy the first
nineteen rings and then, decide differently and pick it up?
Extra points for the morons that do this on office phones in a shared office.
Extra points and a pie for the jerk practicing this on my flat-share's phone
in the night.
But the mother of all phone crapheads must be piece of rotten flesh [see Book of Job, 7,5], that is just right now doin' this in the office behind me in a five minute rhythm. THE GUY IS JUST NOT THERE! HE WON'T PICK UP!
Communication rage.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
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