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WHAT... THE.... FUCK????
17 years ago
I.N.S. ~ Inconsequential Nonsensical Scribblings
I hate call-center perverts...
What's worse than a call-center pervert? A call-center pervert who has nothing better to do on a Sunday morning at 7am than to call into a roadside hotline for a rental car company and pester me FOUR TIMES. His only emergency? That he simply must hear me tell him I have my hand down my pants. *rolls her eyes*
I can handle normal pervertity. They call in... you chuckle at them and have them hold 'while you get a supervisor' and they hang up. Never hear from 'em again. This guy? FOUR TIMES in the last 30 minutes... he's called in and aaaaallllllll he wants in the world is for me to do him this one huuuuge favor... and stick my hand down my pants and tell him I'm touching my panties. *fur bristles as she begins to growl and flex her claws in frustration*
He better be glad he's calling over the phone because if he was standing before me, he'd probably be minus those parts I can hear him fondling through the phone lines... GRRRR!!!
And it's not just that he called the one time... it was the procession of calls after that where he knew he was talking to me, knew I was going to hang up on him or send him to my super, and he didn't seem to particularly care about this. In fact, the third time he called, he actually said "I'm sorry, darling, are you mad at me? If its a bad time I can call back--is there a better time I can call you and we can talk together?" Because I was telling him that we are a roadside assistance emergency line and that I needed to be taking calls for people who needed help. UGH!! A better time? How about NEVER, you needle-dicked doucheasaurus rex.
And no matter how angry or how much I threatened to send him to my supervisor, he kept asking me to just put my hand down my pants for him. THE FUCKING NERVE!!!!
Unfortunately, there's no way for us to block these kinds of calls from coming in. It was just highly unnerving to start my morning with four calls from the same asshole. Definitely kind of put me off on the wrong foot. I think the thing that enrages me the most is now everytime I get a roadside call from the brand he was calling from, I flinch. I can't STAND the fact that I have let him get to me like that. But I did. And I'm sooo mad at myself for that. Grrrrr...
So yeah... Kyo hates call-center pervs. I'm so... so angry... But I have to keep taking calls... have to keep playing nice and sounding all calm and collected and understanding and empathetic. Which I can do. It's just sad and it's done a lot to ruin my day. I'm SOOOO happy I'm only working a half shift today and that I'm off tomorrow. I want to be as far-removed from this place as possible for a while.
What's worse than a call-center pervert? A call-center pervert who has nothing better to do on a Sunday morning at 7am than to call into a roadside hotline for a rental car company and pester me FOUR TIMES. His only emergency? That he simply must hear me tell him I have my hand down my pants. *rolls her eyes*
I can handle normal pervertity. They call in... you chuckle at them and have them hold 'while you get a supervisor' and they hang up. Never hear from 'em again. This guy? FOUR TIMES in the last 30 minutes... he's called in and aaaaallllllll he wants in the world is for me to do him this one huuuuge favor... and stick my hand down my pants and tell him I'm touching my panties. *fur bristles as she begins to growl and flex her claws in frustration*
He better be glad he's calling over the phone because if he was standing before me, he'd probably be minus those parts I can hear him fondling through the phone lines... GRRRR!!!
And it's not just that he called the one time... it was the procession of calls after that where he knew he was talking to me, knew I was going to hang up on him or send him to my super, and he didn't seem to particularly care about this. In fact, the third time he called, he actually said "I'm sorry, darling, are you mad at me? If its a bad time I can call back--is there a better time I can call you and we can talk together?" Because I was telling him that we are a roadside assistance emergency line and that I needed to be taking calls for people who needed help. UGH!! A better time? How about NEVER, you needle-dicked doucheasaurus rex.
And no matter how angry or how much I threatened to send him to my supervisor, he kept asking me to just put my hand down my pants for him. THE FUCKING NERVE!!!!
Unfortunately, there's no way for us to block these kinds of calls from coming in. It was just highly unnerving to start my morning with four calls from the same asshole. Definitely kind of put me off on the wrong foot. I think the thing that enrages me the most is now everytime I get a roadside call from the brand he was calling from, I flinch. I can't STAND the fact that I have let him get to me like that. But I did. And I'm sooo mad at myself for that. Grrrrr...
So yeah... Kyo hates call-center pervs. I'm so... so angry... But I have to keep taking calls... have to keep playing nice and sounding all calm and collected and understanding and empathetic. Which I can do. It's just sad and it's done a lot to ruin my day. I'm SOOOO happy I'm only working a half shift today and that I'm off tomorrow. I want to be as far-removed from this place as possible for a while.
say, couldn't you threat him with having his number on display, and so has the police which is on the way to his to whup his ass for abusing an emergency line or something? might work next time someone keeps coming back...
I will talk to the head of our department on that, though... that was ridiculous.
what I meant was something along the line of threatening him with the police, even though you can't hold your threat... but he doesn't know, does he?
talking to the head of department might be a good idea. those freaks ARE blocking an emergency number after all. so you should be able to take measurements. and who knows? when word gets out that a perv was sued for harassing an emergency call center others might refrain from it.
*hugs you*
I worked tech support on a public line...I feel you, babe.