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Friday, October 10, 2008

We've Been Partying Like it's 1999

You know, it's really sad that customer service week is coming to an end already. Allow me to share with you some additional highlights of this week-long celebration:
  • Today is shorts day. That's right, today, October 10, is the one and only day of 2008 in which we were allowed to wear shorts to work. Never mind that the temperature this morning was 60 degrees. Never mind that here in Missouri we suffered through 105 degree days in July with 100% humidity and were bathed in sweat by the time we parked our cars and walked 30 feet into the building because we were forced to wear our jeans to work. No, some person in management somewhere decided that sometime in October would be the best time of the year to reward everyone with a shorts day. I would have preferred Hawaiian shirt day, but I sucked it up and donned the cargo shorts anyway. Yeah, it's freezing, but you gotta take what you can get.
  • Today is also the cubicle decorating contest. The judges strolled by a little while ago. I watched them enter my room with huge smiles on their faces, only to quickly turn those smiles upside down when they looked around and saw not a streamer in sight. They just now stomped out, clutching their clipboards in anger. In our own defense, someone did tie a balloon in my general vicinity (not me, please, you should know better by now). I think that should count for something.
  • Some of the slackers in the building with not enough work to do apparently went all out and dressed in costume to match their cubicle decorating theme. A lumberjack just came down and handed me a file and earlier I bumped shoulders with Winnie the Pooh or possibly the Cowardly Lion from The Wizard of Oz in the hallway. I really couldn't tell which. It had a tail, so maybe it was a lion. Or a spider monkey. It's so difficult to tell sometimes.
  • We also celebrated with a fire drill. It's so much fun to be in the middle of a phone call and be interrupted by strobe lights, alarms and fire fighters telling us to bust a move out of the building. It doesn't make us look like asshats to our customers at all.
  • I got to sit next to the bathroom cell phone talker not once, but twice. In the same day. I know, this really has nothing to do with customer service week, but it is always the highlight of my day and so I thought I'd share. If you are in the habit of making your personal calls in a stall of the ladies room, please, put a stop to it now. I will tell you what your friends won't: it is so disturbing to the rest of us. I know, some of you have heard me complain endlessly about this woman over email, but I just can't say it enough. This woman really freaks me out. The first time I encountered the cell phone talker, I had just entered a stall and was about to commence peeing when I heard someone talking. I had noted upon entry that there was only one other stall taken, so I knew it was just the two of us in there. I could only assume she was talking to me. Not having any idea who she was, I waited for a second after she finished talking before I said, "excuse me?" at the same time she started talking again and that's when I realized she was on the phone. So that posed a dilemma. What's the etiquette on this one? Am I supposed to sit there in silence and wait for her to leave? Do I expose the innocent party on the other line to the sounds of my peeing? And what about the flush? If I flush I'm kind of outing her as the rude bathroom cell phone talker that she is. I'm not sure I'm cool with that. So I sat there for a long, long while until she finally finished up her business, got herself all put back together and flushed without ever breaking stride in her conversation. Well, I guess that answered that question. Now when I have the pleasure of sharing the restroom with her I give it an extra flush or five, just out of spite. How I hate thee, bathroom cell phone talker.

Well, that's it. The great customer service week wrap-up of 2008. I'll see you again next year for the 2009 version. (I'm sure you won't be able to stand the wait.)

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!! This just out (I love the scream-excitement fervor of it all):


WOW THE DECORATING CONTEST WAS A HUGH HIT (for the record, I do not know one single Hugh in the company. Maybe she means huge? Or maybe there is a Hugh I don't know about and he just really enjoyed the contest?)!!!!! (FIVE exclamation points) WE HAD SOME VERY CREATIVE AND AWESOME DECORATIONS/COSTUMES. YOU ALL DID A WONDERFUL JOB. THANKS FOR PARTICIPATING. (obviously not directed at my group) AND A VERY BIG THANK YOU TO THE JUDGES.:

DAN *****
ROD *****
JOHN *******
JIM ******
WE DID HAVE 3 WINNERS.


1ST FLOOR THE ACADEMY WITH THE "GREASE" THEME (<-- training dept., they are consistently bored and boring.)


2ND FLOOR PROPERTY WITH THEIR SPORTS THEME (<--- really ? I could have sworn they were lumberjacks. huh.)

3RD FLOOR SPECIALTY CUSTOMER SERVICE WITH THEIR "THRILLER" THEME (<--- nothing better to do than decorate and play dress up?)

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL!!! (uh, thanks?)

22 passengers on the bus:

anna said...

LOL@shorts day in October! What are they thinking?! I hate that cell phone thing, too, I always feel so uncomfortable. But I would probably flush and just feign ignorance.

DCD said...

OMG - cell phone bathroom talker freaks me out!

I'm just catching up on Customer Service week! Man, I do not miss that major corporate "fun." Although still in a corporation, the company I work for is pretty loose in their definition. They get corporate when it benefits them. *sigh*

Thanks for the laughs!

Casey said...

It sounds like you had such a thrilling customer service week. And shorts to boot! I hope Jen can take away some ideas from all of the creativity going on over there.
Man, the bathroom phone talker. WTF. I don't even know this woman and I want to stuff her face in the toilet. Bathrooms are for one (maybe two) things and cell phone talking isn't on that list.

Ann said...

Heather!
Did you and I both choose "1999" today?!? Is this fate? (I want it to be fate :-> )
Or is this from GNO?

Jay @halftime lessons said...

hello! I'm Jay, invited by Ann, not some random creepy guy...just a regular creepy guy...
Love your writing...
jay

TattooedMinivanMom said...

I love it! That was very funny!

Next time you're in the bathroom with the cell phone sqwaker you should bust some loud ass and make grunting noises...what an idiot!

PS Visiting from Ann's GNO :)

Jenni Jiggety said...

I could NEVER pee and talk on the phone at the same time! Too embarrassing! What is wrong with people?

Visiting from GNO!

Kori said...

Hilarious! Loved it. Visiting from GNO over at Ann's.

Lisa said...

I hate the cell-phone bathroom talker. It is just so disturbing to me.

Sounds like another great customer service week ;)

The Stiletto Mom said...

First of all, I stand by my earlier comment asking if you worked in Scranton at a paper manufacturing plant with a boss named Michael.
Secondly, the bathroom cell phone talker? I hate her. I've run into a few of her kind...and then I can't pee. Which sucks.
Love ya!

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jenboglass said...

I seriously want to come work at your office. This is just too good to be true. How do you get anything done? How can you twitter? For realsies, you need to send some of these office nuggets into the writers of The Office. This, my friend, is comedy gold.

Also, you are so polite. I totally would have flushed the toilet during the conversation in the can. Please don't do business while you do your business is what I always say.

colepack said...

I think your bathroom cell phone user moon lights at my office. I call her Bluetooth Blondie :)
There is NOTHING you should do in a bathroom other than.... pee and poo. THAT"S IT.... Oh, wash your hands too please!!
Office stuff like that always brings out the weirdos.

Sprite's Keeper said...

In the words of the immortal Captain Dumbass, you should have let your bum breathe! Or break into rap, "I like big butts" complete with beatboxing. Maybe a shout out, "Man, it stinks in here! What the hell died?"
Customer service week. We don't get customer service accolades. We get serviced. Just not the nice way.

Rochelle said...

I love it. You really took me back 7 1/2 years to the last time I worked in a cubicle. And shared a bathroom with idiots. SO missing it. SO sorry I got laid off during my maternity leave. NOT.

Happy VGNO.

HeatherPride said...

Whooo, Sprite's Keeper is in rare form tonight! LOL, Jen!

Steenky Bee - really? You always say that? You go deep. Words to live by, my good friend.

blissfullycaffeinated said...

God Heather, you are TRAUMATIZING me with these customer service posts. And making me laugh hysterically. The shorts thing? Typical corporate tard behavior.

At my insurance cust. srvc job, we could wear shorts all year round, but in the summer time the air conditioner was so cold that we kept blankets and coats in our cubes to wrap up in. In the winter time the heater was up so high that we wore shorts under our pants and stripped down at work.

Bathroom phone convos: ew.

Have a great weekend sista!

Ann said...

Heather, (my fateful friend!)
that picture "Cheeks", oh-my-goodness! Absolutely beautiful!
A little angel.

Wicked Step Mom said...

I hate the cell phone bathroom talking people too. Especially when there are like three of them in the same place, all trying to talk over eachother and pee. Seriously, do you people take phone interviews in the bathroom too?

Colepack said...

Tag, your it!
http://colepack.blogspot.com/2008/10/picture-tag.html

Mary Anna said...

My former boss used to call me from the men's room ... like I wouldn't pick up on that one! Then, Totally Hot IT Guy would stop by to ask if Boss was talking to me. That's what I need a) Boss so comfy we can chat while he, you know and b) knowing the "other" noise in the background was Totally Hot IT Guy. I mean, I know we all pee, but that doesn't mean I need to hear it! Oh, and Boss would ask where I was if I missed a call. I constantly explained that I don't take my phone into the ladies' room.

geoff said...

I've made promises not to let my skinny, white legs see the light of day regardless of the time of the year. Thus, there is no shorts day for me.