I figured that I would share some of the more amusing stories from the world of calling people to make sure that they are going to pay us.
Me: "Hello, is Diane there?"
Guy: "Yeah, just a sec. Who can I say is calling?"
Me: "My name is Cassandra and I'm in the mail room with the Professional Fire Fighters of Vermont."
Guy: "Uh, hold on a minute."
He then has this conversation with the lady I want to talk, which I can hear perfectly because he still has the phone in his hand.
Guy: "Do you want to talk to someone from the Fire Fighters?"
Lady: "Pfft, no."
Guy puts the phone back to his stupid head and goes.
Guy: "She's unavailable right now. Could I take a message?"
Me: "No. That is okay, I can just call back later. Thank you."
I loved telling people that I would just call back later. For some reason, that would put the fear of god in them and make them say stupid shit.
For example:
I called a house and got a teenager, I told him who I was and asked if I could talk to his dad. The following conversation ensued.
Teen: "Uh.....they all just left to go to dinner..yeah."
Me: "Okay, do you know when would be a better time for me to call back?"
Teen: "Uh...um."
Me: "Would later tonight be good, or do you think that tomorrow would be better?"
Teen: "Uh..we're leaving for vacation tomorrow...yeah vacation." (This was said with an air of 'oh, i'm a genius and out smarting this lady')
Me: "Okay, well thank you very much."
Ugh, so obviously lying. Teenagers were the worse to talk to because they are just so fucking stupid. The simplest questions would leave them dumbfounded and at a loss for an answer. The funniest retarded conversation didn't happen to me though, it happened to the resetter. Sharon was in the same office as me and worked part time calling people basically saying "hey, where is our money?" One day she got this gem:
Sharon: "Hi, is Tom there?"
Lady: "Nah, who's this?"
Sharon: "This is Sharon in the bookkeeping department with the Professional Fire Fighters of Vermont."
Lady: "Tom isn't a fire fighter. He's a truck driver."
Woman in background: "Tell them never to fuckin' call here again."
Well, I must go shower and start going through all my stuff and figure out what I need to take and what I don't.
Toodles.
Me: "Hello, is Diane there?"
Guy: "Yeah, just a sec. Who can I say is calling?"
Me: "My name is Cassandra and I'm in the mail room with the Professional Fire Fighters of Vermont."
Guy: "Uh, hold on a minute."
He then has this conversation with the lady I want to talk, which I can hear perfectly because he still has the phone in his hand.
Guy: "Do you want to talk to someone from the Fire Fighters?"
Lady: "Pfft, no."
Guy puts the phone back to his stupid head and goes.
Guy: "She's unavailable right now. Could I take a message?"
Me: "No. That is okay, I can just call back later. Thank you."
I loved telling people that I would just call back later. For some reason, that would put the fear of god in them and make them say stupid shit.
For example:
I called a house and got a teenager, I told him who I was and asked if I could talk to his dad. The following conversation ensued.
Teen: "Uh.....they all just left to go to dinner..yeah."
Me: "Okay, do you know when would be a better time for me to call back?"
Teen: "Uh...um."
Me: "Would later tonight be good, or do you think that tomorrow would be better?"
Teen: "Uh..we're leaving for vacation tomorrow...yeah vacation." (This was said with an air of 'oh, i'm a genius and out smarting this lady')
Me: "Okay, well thank you very much."
Ugh, so obviously lying. Teenagers were the worse to talk to because they are just so fucking stupid. The simplest questions would leave them dumbfounded and at a loss for an answer. The funniest retarded conversation didn't happen to me though, it happened to the resetter. Sharon was in the same office as me and worked part time calling people basically saying "hey, where is our money?" One day she got this gem:
Sharon: "Hi, is Tom there?"
Lady: "Nah, who's this?"
Sharon: "This is Sharon in the bookkeeping department with the Professional Fire Fighters of Vermont."
Lady: "Tom isn't a fire fighter. He's a truck driver."
Woman in background: "Tell them never to fuckin' call here again."
Well, I must go shower and start going through all my stuff and figure out what I need to take and what I don't.
Toodles.
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