Idiot Number One
This very special award goes to the deputy manager of the restaurant where I work. His name is Jake, and he is actually quite a decent guy, but then this happened:
(Sven's phone rings)
Sven: Hello?
Jake: Hi Steve mate. Y'alright?
Sven: Not too bad ta. What can I do for you?
Jake: Are you free to work next week?
Sven: No.
Jake: What about Wednesday?
Sven: No, I'm not here.
Jake: Could you just manage a small day shift for me? Please?
Sven: No, I won't be here all next week. I'm away.
Pause
Jake: Can I put you down to work 12 til 5 on Wednesday anyway?
This requires no further explanation.
(Sven's phone rings)
Sven: Hello?
Jake: Hi Steve mate. Y'alright?
Sven: Not too bad ta. What can I do for you?
Jake: Are you free to work next week?
Sven: No.
Jake: What about Wednesday?
Sven: No, I'm not here.
Jake: Could you just manage a small day shift for me? Please?
Sven: No, I won't be here all next week. I'm away.
Pause
Jake: Can I put you down to work 12 til 5 on Wednesday anyway?
This requires no further explanation.
posted by Sven at 1:08 AM
2 Comments:
Tell him you would be happy to telecomute and work from the road.
Reminds me of a scheduling coordinator at the nursing home I used to work at--she just didn't understand the words, "I'm leaving the state for 10 days--my stepbrother is picking me up from work today."
Then she wanted to know "Who that hot-sounding guy with the Southern accent" was.
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