I Hate Answering Machines

[said_scarlett]

So, I am an office wench. My job consists of placing and answering calls, for the most part. I just placed over thirty calls to customers, and three of them were home. I spent the last hour leaving messages. One answering machine beeped loudly at me in the middle of recording the message, and then made a noise like Satan was trying to crawl out of the phone at me. Never have I heard such scratching and wailing in all of my life. I think I made a scared noise and dropped the phone, I can't be sure. Apparently the next answering machine knew, because it was sure to tell me that God would look over me before I could record my message.

Now I am craving a cigarette, and I have a pack right here next to me, but stupids as I am I forgot the means with which to light them. I thought I had a lighter, but obviously I did not.

Ah, Mondays.

Comments

[violet-noodle.livejournal.com]

One answering machine beeped loudly at me in the middle of recording the message, and then made a noise like Satan was trying to crawl out of the phone at me.
That sounds like something from a japanese horror move. Evil answering machine.
*hugs* to make you feel a little better

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

*stays far, far away from Asian horror movies* Visual horror and I don't mix. I'm always amused at the things that happen at work. A few weeks ago I had some eighty year old war vet ask me out.

[scoradh.livejournal.com]

Well, you never know, Hastur COULD have been chasing Crowley down the phonelines ... which means you had a very lucky escape. xD

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

In that case, I am very lucky indeed!