WTF Wednesday

On March 16, 2005, in BitchLog, by Lisa
 

Today, I am going to post my WTF moments or things that I think should be WTF moments.

To wit:

  • Someone called our customer support desk and was terribly confused about why she was calling. I did what I usually do when someone is unable to communicate clearly – I restate what (I think) they are asking. When I did that, she replied thusly, “I am going to call back and hopefully speak to someone more clearminded” and then she hung up on me. Uhhhh, okay. Just another day on the phones.
  • Hey! Person who was in the bathroom before me (here at work, not at home): Could you take just three damn seconds and turn around and LOOK at the toilet before you depart? Because if you did, you’d see what I saw when I entered that stall – your “business” did not completely go away and there were pee spots on the seat too. Ewwww. And FYI, you ain’t the Queen of England who has someone to wipe her ass if she so desires. So, do all of us who come after you a favor and take a looksee, mmmmkay?
  • The dude who sits behind me babbles incoherently sometimes. I think he’s got ADD, actually. He’s a sweetie but most of his comments come out of left field. It gets annoying after a while.
  • Why am I watching American Idol”? That’s my own personal WTF moment. This is sad. Here are my shows I watch each week: The Daily Show (M-Th), American Idol, Lost, Survivor and Wife Swap (when it’s on). That’s not toooooo bad, is it?
  • I’m sure I can think of more but it’s 9:56pm and if I futz around on here any longer, this thing won’t get posted today and my WTF Wednesday will be my TFB Thursday.

    I made brownies for my friend Mike. It’s his birthday tomorrow and he’s really a quiet dude so no one really knows him or makes a fuss over him (which is generally how he prefers it). Since I am the “make a fuss over your birthday” queen, I asked him what he wanted: no fuss, little bit ‘o fuss, big fuss. He chose LBOF; hence, the brownies. (I also got a cake and decorated his cube but not as much as *I* wanted to, so it’s a compromise. I hope he will be pleasantly surprised when he brings his birthday ass into work tomorrow!)

    (… and might I add that those brownies rocked. WOOOO HOOO!)

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