So today I was at work and of course part of my job is to answer phone calls. I got a call from an elderly man and I began to take a message and he says his name is Father Last Name. (That’s not really his last name or else it would be super ironic). Turns out he is a Priest.
As we continued to talk, there came a point where I had to say a sentence that I would normally insert someone’s name in. The problem is he told me his name was Father Last Name. So it brought up a whole mess of questions. A whole dilemma for one sentence.
Am I supposed to call him Father? I’m not Catholic and I don’t know how that works. But is it disrespectful to not call him Father? The fact that he told me this was his name makes inclined to call him that. I mean, if that is how someone refers to themselves and introduces themselves, shouldn’t you take that into account and call them that?
I have a problem with that. Once someone tells me their name, they are labelled in my mind. Written in permanent marker on their forehead. Sometimes people will want you to call them by their nickname later on. NO! There is a time and a place where a person should be flexible. This is not it. Permanent Marker.
But the problem with the Priest is, am I being disrespectful because I am not Catholic and I am addressing him that way? Or Am I being hypocritical? And on the flip side, is Father an honorary title that shows years of study like a doctor? Because if he has somehow earned this title, it’s respectful to call him that.
I think he earned it just by agreeing to not have sex his whole life. Yikes.
I don’t know what to do about this. Hopefully he never calls back. I’m sure my boss agrees we don’t need business from with title issues.
So, I haven’t written on my blog since before Dooms Day. That was nice of me. Strangely though, in my absence people still kept commenting on my posts. Making me feel guilty about my neglect. Thanks a lot.
At this point, I’m not at liberty to say whether I will start posting regularly again.
There is something so magical about sitting in an office on Monday afternoon with absolutely nothing at all to do. And by magical I mean Please stab me in the eye. Is it just me, or is it hard to remember why you go to work between checks? Especially when your last check was one that you were waiting on.
One of the many joys of being an adult is sometimes having your check already spent before you receive it. What do I mean by this? Sometimes you have so many things you have to pay out of your next check, that there really isn’t going to be anything left when you finally get it.
That happened to me last week. 10 days til I get paid again.
So much of my working life is sucked away on the phone with Tech Supports or Customer Service Representatives. And what I mean by this is, I spend a lot of time on hold.
I find I am a horrible person to talk to when I get on the phone with these people. Why? Well first off when you are holding they have this elevator music. I’m tired, I can’t be listening to this. But sometimes they don’t have music and it’s just silent, then I’m always wondering if the call was dropped or not.
While I’m on hold there is always that elevator music and then someone cuts in to say “We appreciate your patience, please remain on the line.” or “Your call is important to us, please remain on the line.” Maybe I’m just a jerk, but this just reminds me how long I have been on the call.
Then majourity of the time, the representative is really short with you. Like they are mad at you for calling. Or when you talk to Tech Support, they sometimes just have no clue what you are talking about.
I guess I’m just glad I get paid by the hour to sit on these calls. Just saying.
Occasionally I will get an upset customer. That is always fun. Today a woman came in and was so upset that I couldn’t accept her cash, she almost burst into tears. Her voice got all shaky and her eyes watered up. All the time she was screaming at me about how she was going to cancel her service. When I tried to help her, she just yelled more and stormed out.
Why do people act like they want to be helped and then refuse after you offer?
Again, I’m glad I get paid by the hour. Work can be so fun sometimes.