Note: all numbers and address info changed to protect the innocent.
So I’m on a Webex with my coworkers, cleaning up a drawing while listening to our biweekly CAD User meetings. As usual, it’s bone dry, and we’re all listening with one ear and doing some mindless work with the other. We hear “…so to accomplish this, go to ‘Tools’, ‘Options’, and select blah blah blah buzzzz buzzzzzz derp derp …”….
And suddenly, with beautiful bell-like clarity, a female voice bursts in with a phone number. It happens, and no one gives it much import.
“Please mute if you’re on the line. Now, if you right-click on the document itself-‘
“Three seven three six Pine Ave, North Ridge>
“Could whoever is on the phone please mute? OK, as I was saying, right click on the –“
“Four Six Six, Three Zero, Eight Two Be Nine”
“Um, we’re talking to you.”
“Unless you want your identity stolen”
“Seven Five Five Six, Two Nine Eight Four, “
Holy crap. This woman is giving everybody her credit card number!:smack:
My cubemates and I turn to each other, eyes widening, with three variations on an “oh, no” theme.
“Yes, I need to make an appointment.”
More pleas to hit Mute.
“I need to see my gynecologist”:eek:
To the casual observer, it must’ve looked as though the three women in our cube had been simultaneously hit with an invisible gut bomb. We all doubled over in our chairs, eyes flared in horror, hands to our mouths, moaning with sisterly sympathy at the humiliating spectacle unfolding in our ears, the Worst Thing Your Coworkers Could Overhear!
The moaning and laughing is echoed on the WebEx as the men increase their pleas for the Mute button.
But the crystal clear disembodied voice goes in, obviously oblivious to the chaos she is creating on the phone.
“I need to bring my daughter in. Well, she’s got a rash.”
“In the name of all that’s holy, mute that woman!!” “I’m trying, I’m trying!”
“She’s allergic to apples.”:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:
“For the love of God, where is she putting them?!?!?!”
As she began to detail the antibiotics the child was on and the rest of the room erupted in delighted and horrified reactions, one cooler head prevailed and said “Let’s just kill this feed and everybody call in. We’ll start over”
It was the right thing to do, but I have to admit, I kinda wanted to hear the rest of the story more than I wanted to learn about the latest function on my machine.
The WebEx resumed, the meeting finished, and the presenter ended the demo with :”are there any questions?”
One man piped in with “Well, I have this rash…”.