March 09, 2007
Babbling about Mileage and Work and Whatnot
Just got back from the gyne. He checked under the hood, and the ol' vagirino is good for another six months or 6,000 miles -- whichever comes first.
And speaking of mileage, my Check Gage light finally went on today. Why do I say "finally?" Because I haven't put gas in my car since February 20th! And we all know I'm an arrogant, environment-hating SUV-driver, so that's really saying something!
My new commute is so awesome. Five minutes to drive from home to parking space; five minutes to hobble from parking garage to desk. I think, commuting to my previous job, I was working just to put gas in my car!
By that way of thinking, if I didn't have to drive to work, I would need to work... Hmmmmmmm. Well, I'd still have to drive to almost-Wisconsin to see Billi & Brood, so I guess that's worth working for. Sort of.
Speaking of work, as you know, part of my duties is answering the department phone and directing calls. (Ironic, no?) Since I only work five hours a day, when I come in every morning, there are voice messages waiting for me.
This morning, I got the following call from a local number (name changed to protect the guilty):
"Yeah, I'm calling for Tonia Stanford. She stole my car. She's driving my car, and she doesn't even have a license. She got her license suspended, but she took my car anway, and I want my car. So tell Tonia Stanford to bring my car back."
That's it. No name or number or anything. Giggling to myself, I assumed it was a wrong number. But just for the hoo-ha of it, I checked the company phone list.
And there was Tonia Stanford.
I was like, Oh my God, someone who works here got her license suspended and stole some guy's car. That is so awesome!
Well. As a receptionist, it is my moral duty to deliver phone messages. So I emailed Ms. Stanford:
"Hi! Someone called this department looking for you. He didn't leave his name, but he said something about wanting his car back. I thought I should probably tell you."
I mean, what do you say? I was kind of embarassed for her, knowing that I know she's a felon. But I had to tell her, right? What if she didn't realize that he didn't want an illegal driver stealing his car? I was obligated to tell her!
Awesome. I work with a criminal, and this job is STILL better than working with old G.M.
Comments
OK. that is awesome. you should have left the FULL message, tho - how hilarious would that be? getting such an EMBARASSING message at work? and at YOUR workplace, of all places!
what would jesus do?
Posted by: HEATHER at March 9, 2007 05:17 PM