So I’m at work, doing my usual Friday afternoon stuff (slacking off until I can leave), when a phone call comes in.
Me: Good afternoon, The ***** Group, this is Ava.
Caller: Can I have your address to send a payment?
Me: Sure, it’s 1234 Happy Town Lane, Suite 1001, zip code 12345.
Caller: Thanks. When can I lick your pussy?
Me: :eek:
I regain my equilibrium and remember one extremely important detail of my office - WE HAVE CALLER ID!
Me: Okay, sir, you’re calling from 555-1234, aren’t you?
Caller: Silence.
Click.
Luckily, my boss was standing right by my desk as I wrote the phone number down, and told me to call the number back so that he could give the human-flesh-waste a piece of his mind. Of course, no one answered the phone.
For about ten minutes, I was upset because I’ve never gotten an obscene phone call before and because this camel-felching fuck muncher now has our work address. And once that faded…I was ready to kick some ass. I am PISSED now. WHY THE FUCK does someone do that? Can he not go rent a porno for a day? He has to resort to calling administrative assistants who HAVE to answer the goddamn phone to get his jollies?
My co-worker is sitting across from me hoping the guy calls back so she can scream at him. And every time the phone rings, we both look at the Caller ID and check the number before we answer it. We’re trying to find the number on the internet, and a friend looked it up and swears it’s a cell phone.
I know there’s a nil chance that the guy’s reading this - but ass-monger, if you EVER fucking call my office again or if you dare come near my goddamn office, you will either find yourself with the wrath of my angry boss (and believe me, you don’t want that), or the wrath of my angry co-worker and myself (We are two women in our twenties, and I don’t believe in violence, but I will defend myself against a perceived threat). We have cops in and out of this building, and it would be my intense pleasure to watch one of them pin your ass to the ground and haul your fucking ass off to jail.
I know it was just a phone call, but the fact that he got the office address under false pretenses scares the fuck out of me. I dealt with enough ‘violations’ when I was younger, and something like this just drags those feelings right back up again. I am completely fine with sex, especially with my SO, but something like this combines sex and fear, and that’s what I’ve been working so hard to overcome for the past twenty years.
Ava