I walk in, apologize for being late, and get told to do N/A calls - which is the suckiest part of my job, coz I get yelled at by irate customers because we dont have enough spinach/salad/herbs to fill their orders. Gin's handed the N/A report over, and I've called my first customer.
So here's me, happily singing the witdchdoctor song, and not realising that one of our biggest (and most scariest) clients has answered the phone. Sing sing sing ooh ee ah ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang sing sing sing. I was going for about 2 or 3 minutes when I realise I can hear laughter coming from the other end of the phone.
The fucking bastard had put me on speakerphone, and everyone within 100 metres of the phone could hear me singing the witchdoctor song, couldn't they?
Oh the hilarity.
Oh the joy.
Oh the holy crap fucking embarassment.
A few hours pass, and the incident (kind of) gets forgotten. I say kind of, coz every now and then, one of the guys I work with would walk past and "ooh ee ah ah ahhhh" at me just for a shit stir. It's all good, I can take a joke, and I give back as much as I get, so I deserve the ribbing.
Then in comes Mr Mafia (not his real name of course). He never EVER comes to my window. In actual fact, I always thought he hated me. So I thought to myself "phew! I'll just pretend like I'm busy, and maybe he won't say anything"
Of course, that didn't happen did it?
He made a bee-line straight for my window, and trust me, if he's standing at your window, you DO NOT ignore this guy. When I say he's scary - he really is scary! After a second of uncomfortable silence he looks at me and says, with a great big grin on his face "Where's the Witch Doctor?"
If a hole had opened up in the middle of our office then and there, I would've willingly jumped into it. Head first.
Why does this shit only ever happen to me?
Speedy Bubbles
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