Back from work ...

[apocalypsos]

Today I wore a T-shirt to work that said, "Sometimes I just want to put on a bunny costume and scream." And yet no one took it as a cry for help. Interesting.

I've got to admit, though, after all the bitching, moaning, whining, and snarking I do here, is anybody else as surprised as I am that I have a pleasant fucking "phone voice"? (Okay, have taken a second look at that last sentence, and the first person to mention 1-900 numbers gets trouted upside the head.) I've also noticed that the later it gets, the more I start to sound like a phone-sex operator. It's not like I intend it or anything, but it's got to be really confusing to the guy at the other end of the line -- you're working late, you're tired, you're hungry, you just want to go home, and all of a sudden this woman calls and asks you in a sexy voice if someone's picked up your package today.

Oh, and did you hear? There's a toxic flame retardant in breast milk. See?! That's why babies aren't flammable. I've always wondered.

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[cmstephens.livejournal.com]

Note to self: On last day at current job, wear a T-shirt that says, "I'm smiling because you've all finally driven me insane." (I have seen shirts like that before, BTW.)

And would you have been a telemarketer if you didn't have a pleasant phone voice?

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Are you kidding? They'll let anyone be a telemarketer, because turnover in that job is a bitch. One guy who worked with me had an accent you'd need a chainsaw to cut through.