Fuck Speakerphone

I was having a wonderful day. After yesterday’s draining trip to Pueblo I rewarded myself with an extra hour of sleep this morning. After I arrived at work I brewed a full pot of coffee all for myself and I’ve been watching the lackadaisical snow parachute from the clouds above. So soothing. Then I received a phone call where I was put on fucking speakerphone for an entire hour for no fucking particular reason.

I understand that speakerphone can be a useful tool, but for the life of me I can’t figure out why this ass-munch put me on speakerphone. I was talking to ONE PERSON, not two or three or a whole roomful of idiots, just ONE IDIOT.

I didn’t put him on hold. I could understand if I kept saying, “Hold on while I dig up that file… hold on while I ask someone else… hold on while I take the sports page to stall #2 for a 15 minute crap.” There was no speakerphone transition; I was in mid sentence. Click… speakerphone!

It’s not like the illiterate fuck face was taking diligent notes that required the use of his two uncoordinated hands. I had to fucking repeat my-fucking-self ten fucking time. He probably clicked over to fucking speakerphone so he could fucking play with his syphilis infected penis.

At several points in the conversation I said, “I’m having trouble understanding you over the speakerphone.” And my guess is the jizz-head was having troubles with the speakerphone also ‘cause he kept asking me the same questions over and over… of course there is the undisputed fact that the guy was stupid to the point of hilarity. This went on for an entire hour.

Thanks, I’m feeling better after that release. Hopefully I can go back to watching the soothing snow now.
...and so it was written, shenry at 10/29/2002 02:01:00 PM.
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