We put up that we are hiring for front desk clerks on the marquee, and like 10 annoying black girls have called in the last hour asking about the job. Every one of them was like “YEEEEAH, I herd YALL er HURRING FO FRONT DESK CLERKZ, HOW MUCH YO PAY AND WHADDA YA GOTTA DO?”
:ugh:
The one girl even had the audacity to say (ebonics translated to english): If i take the job, ill have to call every night to let you know when i can work the next day cause my my baby’s daddy is on work release from prison (or some shit to that extent)
I think the gene pool down here is about as deep as Shaggy’s penis is long (after swimming in ice water for about an hour)
its times like these that i wonder how those with help line type IT jobs deal with this shit from day in and day out. I would flip out on someone within the first hour and get fired.
You can’t understand them either. I explained ten times that my monitor was making an audible and visible spark and they kept asking if it was coming from the inside. No, the plastic is making sparks. :rolleyes:
im quite sure they werent Italian. OMG tonight has been THE NIGHT OF ALL NIGHTS when it comes to annoying phone calls. I really wish there was an button on the phone, somewhere under the # key or the * key, we could call it the ! key, and it would activate a strangulation device that would choke the life out of the person on the other end of the line.
I get similar calls all the time from black chicks from McKees Rocks…
Apparently, some guy named Shawn used to have my cell phone number.
I used to just say “wrong number”, but now I play along and say I’m Shawn’s friend (while speaking in the most ghetto tongue a white kid from North Hills can fake). I say “he’s busy scoring us an eightball, what these bitches want?”
