Earlier this week, one afternoon I got back to my desk at work and the phone rings. I can see it's an out-of-state area code that I recognize. Now, one of the Sons lived in this state years ago, and at one time had a phone number that hailed from this area code. However, this Son has not lived there for at least seven years.
Needless to say, I assume it's this Son calling anyway, so I pick up the phone and say, at the top of my lungs, "Heeeeeeeeeey, JIMBO!"
It was an executive recruiter. Who then said, "Uh hello, I'm looking for [Steve Sax]."
"Er, this is Sax." I don't even know why I acknowledged this at this point. I probably should have hung up the phone altogether, but it was my work line, so I was spinning, and I don't know, I'm an idiot.
But what made it worse was, the recruiter then asked, "Are you waiting for someone else's call?"
Nice.
I think I should just change my outbound message to say, "Heeeeeeeey, JIMBO!", and just take all my calls that way. Oops.
8 comments:
Hey Jimbo!
How many calls did you get to the Hey Jimbo Hotline?
That's hilarious, Sax. I like how your SoSG life is bleeding into your professional life.
I can relate. I once answered my phone with "200... DAMMIT."
Heh, MLASC. Good one.
I can't say I've reached that point, but the vocabulary of SoSG does sneak into my everyday lexicon. I keep thinking someone will get the joke, but it is not to be.
Sax, at least you check the area code before answering "Hey Jimbo!" I should probably start doing that.
FB - we had some calls in to the HJ hotline, I will get my act together eventually and do something with them. Stay tuned...
@Mr C
Exactly. The odd "I'll take it!" in a meeting never goes over quite the way I want it to. Same goes for "Fuck me in the armpit!"
wait - I don't think I called into the right HJ hotline
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