Part of my job is to answer the phone. Not like find out who it is and transfer them to the right person but to gate keep. I talk to the people who want to talk to my boss but don't know him and I don't let them talk to him.
People will ask for anything. From a foster dad to a million dollars for hot women and fast cars to backing for plays about politics.
Today I had a repeat customer. He's a lovely man, far away, who wants to get to know my boss and to sell him collectibles. We've chatted for a few minutes once or twice a week for about 3 weeks. Up until today he seemed over eager and has way too much to say but harmless and nice enough.
Today, however, he signed off like this, "My daddy built this nation. He's been around for a long time, probably 200 years. He's an extra terrestrial. I've been around extra terrestrials."
So much for my stellar people-reading skills.
Monday, October 25, 2004
And sometimes they're truly crazy
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