August 26, 2009
How Do I Still Have a Job?
So PhDBoss needs to go to some event, for which I needed to make hotel reservations on his behalf. But he's not just staying for the event; he's staying two extra days to do some other stuff I don't even know what.
Which means that he'll be getting the event group rate for the first four days of his stay but have to pay the regular room rate for the last two days. Which is waaaaaaaay too difficult for their namby-pamby website to handle, so I had to call the hotel's 800 number.
I had to. Call. A stranger. On the phone. And talk.
I would literally rather go to the dentist.
So I called Bambi Frontdesk and explained what I needed rate-wise, and she put me on hold for three and a half days.
While on hold, I had the following conversation with PhDBoss.
PW: I'm having to talk to a stranger on the phone. This is all your fault.
PhD: Is there something wrong with that?
PW: I hate it.
PhD: But you talk to people on the phone all the time.
PW: And I hate it. Each and every time.
PhD: Well, you don't sound like you hate it.
PW: I'm a Scorpio. We're good liars.
PhD: I'll remember that. So what exactly do you hate about it?
PW: I hate people.
PhD: So you hate the phone, or you hate people?
PW: Both, separately. And together, with the white-hot hatred of a thousand supernova suns.
PhD: You know, that might hinder your ability to remain employed here.
PW: That's fine.
PhD: ... You didn't even have to think about that.
PW: Nope.
PhD: You're quick. I like that.
PW: I hate you so much. Don't talk to me until at least tomorrow afternoon.
And not ten minutes later, he was telling me how awesome I am at my job, and thanking me for all I do for him, and begging me to stay forever. And I'm not even sleeping with him.
I've never before pussy-whipped a guy while still wearing all my clothes. Apparently, my powers have grown even beyond my own comprehension.
I believe this is the sign I've been waiting for -- it's time to begin my play for world domination.
Comments
I'm crying. You're killing me. God, this is pretty much something that would happen to me, word for word! I also hate people, hate the phone, am a scorpio....gah - you are amazing!
Posted by: Vicki at August 27, 2009 12:00 PM
You have bionic eyes. I am helpless - except at 300 miles, you are a bit out of range...
Posted by: Herc at August 27, 2009 01:15 PM
It's true. She doesn't even like to order a pizza over the phone. She gets all twitchy and asks me to do it.
Posted by: Billi at August 28, 2009 09:49 AM