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Anyone who has paid attention to my last few stories may have noticed the myriad of bosses I appear to have. We don't really have a hierarchy, but instead have co-owners and wife of co-owner.
One day, we get a phone call, and the woman asks for my manager. I set down the phone and go: "Who would like to play manager today?"
The woman hears, and finds this pretty amusing. When the wife of one of the co-owners gets on, she asks:
Phone Woman: Are you actually the manager?
Wife of Co-Owner: Well, I'm the closest thing we have.
It turned out to be a sales call, but it was quite fun, unlike most, where my boss berates them for trying to solicit a business. Even if a call goes through me and I hang up on them, one of my bosses will call them back and berate them.
If a customer ever demands a manager, that will be fun.
Bonus Story:
My boss asks me to help this guy at the Fishing License computer, so I do.
LM: 1337 man
Me: Your ever lovely (I hope) host.
BM: My boss.
LM: It won't let me do anything.
Me: It says your middle name is invalid. Let me see you do this again.
LM: I've done this three times already!
Me: I understand that.
LM starts over, and I see that he does not seem to be familiar with the concept of a space bar, which is likely why the computer cannot recognize his middle name, much less anything.
Since he has been here for so long, I just reach over and add the spaces myself.
The license goes through, and as he is heading out:
LM: I'm sorry this took so long.
BM: It happens to everyone, especially people our age.*
LM leaves.
BM: It's a lie. That was very bizarre.
Me: He wasn't using the space bar, at all.
BM: For Kalamazoo, he put zeros instead of o's.**
Me: Ah well, at least he was decent.
* BM was younger than this guy by probably 20 years, but still has teenage kids. I'll let you decide how important that was to the story.
** Not actually where we live, but a large city nearby. Yes, we are in Michigan, which may explain my many references to lakes, because Michigan has a lake every mile it seems. The marina I work at alone services eight lakes.
One day, we get a phone call, and the woman asks for my manager. I set down the phone and go: "Who would like to play manager today?"
The woman hears, and finds this pretty amusing. When the wife of one of the co-owners gets on, she asks:
Phone Woman: Are you actually the manager?
Wife of Co-Owner: Well, I'm the closest thing we have.
It turned out to be a sales call, but it was quite fun, unlike most, where my boss berates them for trying to solicit a business. Even if a call goes through me and I hang up on them, one of my bosses will call them back and berate them.
If a customer ever demands a manager, that will be fun.
Bonus Story:
1337 Man:
My boss asks me to help this guy at the Fishing License computer, so I do.
LM: 1337 man
Me: Your ever lovely (I hope) host.
BM: My boss.
LM: It won't let me do anything.
Me: It says your middle name is invalid. Let me see you do this again.
LM: I've done this three times already!
Me: I understand that.
LM starts over, and I see that he does not seem to be familiar with the concept of a space bar, which is likely why the computer cannot recognize his middle name, much less anything.
Since he has been here for so long, I just reach over and add the spaces myself.
The license goes through, and as he is heading out:
LM: I'm sorry this took so long.
BM: It happens to everyone, especially people our age.*
LM leaves.
BM: It's a lie. That was very bizarre.
Me: He wasn't using the space bar, at all.
BM: For Kalamazoo, he put zeros instead of o's.**
Me: Ah well, at least he was decent.
* BM was younger than this guy by probably 20 years, but still has teenage kids. I'll let you decide how important that was to the story.
** Not actually where we live, but a large city nearby. Yes, we are in Michigan, which may explain my many references to lakes, because Michigan has a lake every mile it seems. The marina I work at alone services eight lakes.
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