Oh my freaking god! I think I just called a sex line from work! Ahhhhhh!
It has been one of those days- you know that type, you spend all day on the phone with customer service and keep getting passed from one department to another. Worse yet, they don't even transfer you, they tell you numbers and you have to hang up and redial. Awesome. So here I was at work, doing my thing, addressing office issues with various customer service departments and I get- yet again- referred to another number. The woman on the phone said the number so fast I barely had time to even hear her. There is nothing unusual about the number, just your run-of-the-mill 1-800 number.
But when I dialed, oh god, little did I know I would be scarred for life! Who should pick up on the other end than a husky voiced recording of a woman asking me if I want to- I hang up the phone before the recording can finish. Whatever she was asking I really don't think they have enough brain bleach for me to scrub that memory away so it is better left unfinished. But now, of course, I am terrified that the work police are going to come arrest me. I can see it now, diligent RP working hard at her computer when the office door is busted down and straight-laced suits march in and haul me off to Bad Office Manager jail. Eeeek! It would be like the scene on Mr. Toads Wild Ride, where he is standing in front of the devil judge and sentenced to hell (I am not sure if this is accurate interpretation of the ride, because while fun, it never really made much sense, maybe I should watch the cartoon...)
I guess if you don't hear from me in a week or so, you will know what happened to me.
P.S. Shout out to my one reader from Germany! I don't know if you are intentionally reading this blog or if you keep accidentally stumbling upon it but either way- hi!
