Saturday's report of friday, which segues into talking about my life at the switchboard
For today, the blog is lapsing into me talking about my life over the last few days. This is what Peter Tosirisuk tends to do with his blog, however, and i respect him and his blogging tendencies, so maybe this is okay.
Anyway, Friday morning began with a 3-hour shift at the campus switchboard, where i field calls from people getting in touch with members of the William's college community. Yesterday's highlight was probably me offering a credit card telemarketer a platinum card with an $8,000 limit, for which they had already been approved. The other amusing part was a guy who called asking for Martin.
guy: "Is Martin there?"
me: "Martin who?"
guy: "I don't know his last name."
me: "Is he working on a construction job?"
guy: "Yea. Martin."
me: "Well, i have a campus directory here, and i can't just look through it for people named Martin, so i don't think i can help you.
guy: "Nevermind, it's not important."
and over the past three years, there have been some humorous occurrences. One night a kid dressed in tin foil and with a funny shiny helmet came in and claimed to have just seen a UFO sighting. The guy at the security desk asked him what he really wanted, and whether this was some kind of joke, but the kid persisted and said he had really seen a UFO. The dispatcher asked what he was supposed to do, and i told him that i would take a report. The UFO viewer pulled up a chair and began to recount a tale in vivid detail.
I wrote everything down, but have since lost the paper. A true loss for sure. The kid claimed to be from a different planet, but he'd been living here for the past year or so. He left his own planet to escape from a certain evil that was invading his planet, and that was threatening the whole solar system. Apparently he came to this country to warn us of a possible attack, and had just become concerned because of the UFO sighting.
I asked what he'd been eating on this planet, and his reply was simple. "Soup. It gives me all the essential amino acids i need to survive." I thought this was quite amusing. He went on and on about the biology if his species, his gun (made entirely of tin foil, from what i could tell), and his home planet. After a while, i asked him his name, but he said that simply saying his name aloud would take more than a hundred earth years.
The fun ended when an apparent Boy Scout leader arrived to take the kid away. He apologized for any trouble he may have caused, and said they were doing some sort of activity down at the church and this was part of the night's festivities.
Anyway, Friday morning began with a 3-hour shift at the campus switchboard, where i field calls from people getting in touch with members of the William's college community. Yesterday's highlight was probably me offering a credit card telemarketer a platinum card with an $8,000 limit, for which they had already been approved. The other amusing part was a guy who called asking for Martin.
guy: "Is Martin there?"
me: "Martin who?"
guy: "I don't know his last name."
me: "Is he working on a construction job?"
guy: "Yea. Martin."
me: "Well, i have a campus directory here, and i can't just look through it for people named Martin, so i don't think i can help you.
guy: "Nevermind, it's not important."
and over the past three years, there have been some humorous occurrences. One night a kid dressed in tin foil and with a funny shiny helmet came in and claimed to have just seen a UFO sighting. The guy at the security desk asked him what he really wanted, and whether this was some kind of joke, but the kid persisted and said he had really seen a UFO. The dispatcher asked what he was supposed to do, and i told him that i would take a report. The UFO viewer pulled up a chair and began to recount a tale in vivid detail.
I wrote everything down, but have since lost the paper. A true loss for sure. The kid claimed to be from a different planet, but he'd been living here for the past year or so. He left his own planet to escape from a certain evil that was invading his planet, and that was threatening the whole solar system. Apparently he came to this country to warn us of a possible attack, and had just become concerned because of the UFO sighting.
I asked what he'd been eating on this planet, and his reply was simple. "Soup. It gives me all the essential amino acids i need to survive." I thought this was quite amusing. He went on and on about the biology if his species, his gun (made entirely of tin foil, from what i could tell), and his home planet. After a while, i asked him his name, but he said that simply saying his name aloud would take more than a hundred earth years.
The fun ended when an apparent Boy Scout leader arrived to take the kid away. He apologized for any trouble he may have caused, and said they were doing some sort of activity down at the church and this was part of the night's festivities.
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