Benchmark

Things have progressed.

Progressed such that each time I get a fucktard caller, instead of swearing after I put down the phone, I go w00t! instead. Amazingly, it put a spring in my voice whenever I answered the phone to-day.

And shit, did I answer.
I was wondering why I seemed so drained. Things were busy busy busy. But they didn't seem busier than normal. Crap. I was wrong. I took 194 calls to-day. Bloody 194. Un-bloody-heard of. Hugely over target, needless to say.

Said spring-in-voice, alas, didn't last throughout the calls. Instead of my godlike powers of customer service and patience, I would get a little testy at the first incipient sign of stupidity.

Dick of the week goes to the guy who wanted us to bring legal proceedings against someone else who had scratched his car. But get this, he didn't have the other party's name, no ID number, no phone number. Only the vehicle number. And best of all, the car was driven by his drunk friend.

I actually laughed at this point and he got angry. And whined his little putty-filled head off. Sir? Didn't it occur to you that getting the details was crucial? It IS a car accident, after all. WHAT'S THE USE OF BUYING INSURANCE THEN? he shrieked into the phone. Sir, my reply was, insurance is to protect your property when something happens. When you want legal proceedings filed, you go to lawyers. Which we are not. Singaporean malaise cut in at that point. Bugger threatened to report me. To the highest authority. As you wish, Sir. YES Sir, I noticed that no complaint was filed in the end because your asswipe brain finally registered the facts?


I personally cannot believe they allowed you to drive. Or breed. Or even breathe, at this point in time. heh.