I answered the phone here at the office one day and the voice on the line said “This is Beast. How’re ya doin?” Thinking it was my brother, I was just so friendly and open and told him about everything going on. When I finally let him speak, he’s just so friendly and obviously not my brother **verbenabeast ** but CaptBeast with the military.
Every call after that, he was just my BFF and told my all about his troubles and cares and woes. And two years later, I was never happier to see someone transfer to Germany in all my life.
When I was in college, I had a workstudy job in the very formal and professional Office of Academic Affairs and a real hands-dirty kind of job at the cafeteria. One day I was scrubbing tables with bleach at the cafeteria and the phone rang. I RAN to grab it and, panting, answered very nicely “Academic Affairs, may I help you” instead of my normal nasal “Food Service!”
Now, thanks to caller ID, I often mistake the leader of my husband’s band for my sister. His name is one letter off from her husband’s. So he often gets “Caricci residence, Caricci speaking” and “Talk to me, baby” and “What? Does my stove have a direct line to your phone? We’re about to fucking eat.”
I thought the same thing, and I’m only 21!
I worked at kmart several years ago, and during a particularly busy day while I was working at the service desk, a new employee kept calling up front to ask all kinds of stupid questions.
The phone rang from his extension for the 75473rd time, and I picked it up, angrily shouting, “what the hell do you want now?!”
Silence.
“Uh… is this kmart?”
I had hit the wrong button and picked up an incoming call from a customer. :eek:
The customer did NOT seem amused, but thankfully, she didn’t file a complaint or say anything to make me feel any stupider than I already did.