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I mentioned the workplace, from last summer, with the lunatic president who wanted to discipline me based on my bowel movements. Even though I no longer work there, and have not since just after Labor Day in September 2020, someone at the company keeps giving out my personal phone number to new vendors as the official contact.
This week, as I was eating my lunch, I received what I assumed was a spam call. I answer anyway, as I like trolling them in my free time. Because I am a jerk.
Me: Hello.
Lydia: Hi, I'm Lydia, calling from <Punny-named Cannabis Company>. We need you to send over the licensing info so we can release your order.
Me: I think you've got the wrong number, I no longer use or work with cannabis products.
Lydia: I have the right number, I can see it was dialed properly, you need to send over the licenses for <Former Cannabis Employer>.
Me: I understood what you're asking for, but I have not worked for <FCE> since September of last year, so I cannot help you. They keep giving out my personal phone number as a vendor contact, but that is incorrect. I can give you their office number, which is- *interrupted by Lydia*
Lydia: Look, whether you work there now or you used to work there and you know what I need. So either give it to me now, or get it, and send it to me later today.
Me: Wow. Nope. *click* *Well, okay, BEEP because it was on an electronic phone and not lovely 1960's rotary landline phones I have. But if I brought the working rotary phone upstairs, I could give it a damned fine *CLICK* when I hang up the phone!*
I know the employees at <FCE> are blindingly stupid, since they keep giving people my personal phone as a vendor contact. But the sheer chutzpah of Lydia just kind of floored me. Like, I worked there almost a year ago, so I'll just go get their state licensing info and give it to you, because you demanded it? Not gonna happen.
I did send a lovely email to the <Punny-Named Cannabis Company>'s customer service email about Lydia's poor attitude and to let them know to never contact me for <FCE> business. I received a reply from Edward, who emailed me a request for the <FCE> license info, saying if I don't send it then the order would be cancelled. Either Lydia is signing someone else's name or they are all really, really extra stupid.
I was oh so tempted to tell them to just cancel it. Instead, I replied highlighting the fact I'm the wrong person entirely, and blocked both their phone number and email address. Because my brain cells were afraid of staring too deep into the abyss of stupid.
This week, as I was eating my lunch, I received what I assumed was a spam call. I answer anyway, as I like trolling them in my free time. Because I am a jerk.
Me: Hello.
Lydia: Hi, I'm Lydia, calling from <Punny-named Cannabis Company>. We need you to send over the licensing info so we can release your order.
Me: I think you've got the wrong number, I no longer use or work with cannabis products.
Lydia: I have the right number, I can see it was dialed properly, you need to send over the licenses for <Former Cannabis Employer>.
Me: I understood what you're asking for, but I have not worked for <FCE> since September of last year, so I cannot help you. They keep giving out my personal phone number as a vendor contact, but that is incorrect. I can give you their office number, which is- *interrupted by Lydia*
Lydia: Look, whether you work there now or you used to work there and you know what I need. So either give it to me now, or get it, and send it to me later today.
Me: Wow. Nope. *click* *Well, okay, BEEP because it was on an electronic phone and not lovely 1960's rotary landline phones I have. But if I brought the working rotary phone upstairs, I could give it a damned fine *CLICK* when I hang up the phone!*
I know the employees at <FCE> are blindingly stupid, since they keep giving people my personal phone as a vendor contact. But the sheer chutzpah of Lydia just kind of floored me. Like, I worked there almost a year ago, so I'll just go get their state licensing info and give it to you, because you demanded it? Not gonna happen.
I did send a lovely email to the <Punny-Named Cannabis Company>'s customer service email about Lydia's poor attitude and to let them know to never contact me for <FCE> business. I received a reply from Edward, who emailed me a request for the <FCE> license info, saying if I don't send it then the order would be cancelled. Either Lydia is signing someone else's name or they are all really, really extra stupid.
I was oh so tempted to tell them to just cancel it. Instead, I replied highlighting the fact I'm the wrong person entirely, and blocked both their phone number and email address. Because my brain cells were afraid of staring too deep into the abyss of stupid.
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