I hate going to office parks, you always have to fill out at least two forms, one for you to keep (oh please can I?) and then sign here, sign there, no, that's the wrong block, here. Crises. I always expect them to take fingerprints and a pint of blood while they're at it. After giving all my information to Mr Security man, I was allowed onto the premises on the basis that I had the second security sheet signed otherwise I would never be let out. The thought of being detained forever in an office complex because I didn’t have the form signed seemed highly unlikely but one must follow sheep protocol.
On arriving at the reception desk, I was greeted by Nancy. Nancy was on the phone. I love people who point at the phone and mouth ‘I’m on the phone’, just in case you thought they were merely holding it to the ears having a dial tone date with the receiver.
Five minutes of ‘mmmmmm’ and ‘yaaaaaaaaaa’ and eventually,
Nancy: You can’t carry on like this.
Me: No you’re right, I can’t. I’m here to collect something?
Again with the pointing and the mouthing ‘on the phone’.
Nancy: Maybe he should see someone.
Me: I’d like to see someone!
Nancy: Ma’am I’ll be right with you.
Nancy: You can’t just be another one of his books in his bookcase.
What kind of analogy was that? Maybe it wasn’t, maybe this woman was completely deranged and was talking to a book.
I was debating whether or not I should give up and walk out but then I remembered the importance of having my slip signed for National Security and realised I was stuck listening to this woman’s inane conversation for all eternity.
When I could take it no longer, I pulled out my cellphone and phoned the reception desk.
Nancy: Sigh. Hold on. There’s another call. Hello?
Me: It’s me.
She wasn't sure whether to carry on talking into the phone or put it down and talk to me face to face. Not risking the latter in case she took the book's call again, I continued talking into my phone.
Me: I'm here to collect something. Something for Baglett?
Nancy had the decency to look slightly embarrassed, fetched the package, signed my slip and off I went. Of course, the call was quickly switched back to the battered book girl and as I walked out, I heard
Nancy: You won’t believe what this bitch just did!
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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7 comments:
No ways, how crazy. I cant believe u let her get away with that... I would have turned around and given her a piece of my mind!!! Nobody treats our bags like that :)
Frigging brilliant u, after I got my package I would have taken her name and asked for her to call her manager now and then report the bad customer service. Geepers I'm tempted to say only in south africa but saddly it exists everywhere u have lazy people.
Genius
Phone back, introduce yourself as 'The Bitch' and ask to be put through to the Manager because you want to make a complaint! That should get her engine's revving. Rude cow!
Ha ha ha... Oh Baglett, you are so hilarious. I wish I would have thought of that before. It happens way too often.
Baglett you just are my most favourite female comic! I wish they'd make a movie of your life (with you playing the lead role).
And Bradley Cooper as the male lead.
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