One of my favorite members/clients just called for the second time today. He is one of my favorites because he's always polite, asks to talk to me when he needs something he knows is my job to do, and always says he appreciates everything I do here.
Earlier he said I sounded tired and that I should catch up on my sleep all weekend, the second time he called, he said I sounded a little better, but I must have partied far too hard. When I told him I actually worked last night, he said, "wow, you work two jobs... dang girl."
I've decided I'm taking that as a compliment.
This just in: I hung up the phone after taking a message from him and it immediately rang back. When I answered it, it was him AGAIN. This time I laughed when he identified himself and said, "you just want to talk to me, don't you?"
His answer was actually yes. When I politely declined, he was all, "oh, I understand. Could I talk to Fred?"
When I turned around to look for Fred, he was standing behind my desk with this perplexed look on his face.
Two days ago we were sitting in the conference room debating counter tops and how strong they need to be, Fred said, "they need to be plenty strong for all these big, burly linemen to lean on because you know they will. And that pass through window for Alison needs to be double strong, and plenty wide, because the first time one of those linemen leans on that counter to see down her shirt, it's going to break right off."
It's like ... now that he knows I secretly work at Victoria's Secret, he's more paranoid than ever that these rough and tumble old linemen are going to harass me.
I got this Fred.
Earlier he said I sounded tired and that I should catch up on my sleep all weekend, the second time he called, he said I sounded a little better, but I must have partied far too hard. When I told him I actually worked last night, he said, "wow, you work two jobs... dang girl."
I've decided I'm taking that as a compliment.
This just in: I hung up the phone after taking a message from him and it immediately rang back. When I answered it, it was him AGAIN. This time I laughed when he identified himself and said, "you just want to talk to me, don't you?"
His answer was actually yes. When I politely declined, he was all, "oh, I understand. Could I talk to Fred?"
When I turned around to look for Fred, he was standing behind my desk with this perplexed look on his face.
Two days ago we were sitting in the conference room debating counter tops and how strong they need to be, Fred said, "they need to be plenty strong for all these big, burly linemen to lean on because you know they will. And that pass through window for Alison needs to be double strong, and plenty wide, because the first time one of those linemen leans on that counter to see down her shirt, it's going to break right off."
It's like ... now that he knows I secretly work at Victoria's Secret, he's more paranoid than ever that these rough and tumble old linemen are going to harass me.
I got this Fred.
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Thanks for the basket again!
PS start charging per peek. There's my sage advice.
... said the girl with the nice rack. :-D
@Cary - you've had far more weird profile pics than the duck mask one. But still... it's a little like the pot calling the kettle black.
@Ryan - I'm glad I helped you to laugh your ass off at work. Miss our day time chats and I'm glad you enjoyed the basket. I loved you sending the picture of you in the glasses/nose combo!
@TBB - I might take your advice about charging per peek. I may be able to make a decent amount of money...
@Samsmama - I know... the comments are killing me over here. I can't believe it. You guys crack me up.
@Megan - I have little to no idea who this Megan might be, but THANKS for commenting! And yes, it was a little creep-o.
Fred couldn't see down my shirt when he said what he did, so I'm pretty sure he was looking out for my best interest because some of these guys can actually be creeps, but still...