Oh Dear.
I was meant to go in for a trial shift for a new job today, but I didn't make it. I woke up fifteen minutes after I should have started (after dreaming about being late for it no less). I ran downstairs and phoned them up. The conversation went thusly:
Employer: Encore Catering, may I help?
Me: Hi I'm (name omitted to preserve mystery). I was meant to start today.
Employer: Hi (name omitted to prevent ennui). What can I do for you?
Me: I'm really, really, really sorry. I'm late but I'm on my way in now.
Employer: (Silence interspersed with the clatter of dishes)
Me: Hello?
Employer: (Silence continues)
Me: Hello?
Employer: (Yet more silence)
Me: Hello?
Employer: (Distinct sound of phone being hung up. Dish clatter ceases. Dial tone commences)
Me: D'oh!
I've been a twat.
Engage my masochistic side by counting the ways or engage my hugglific side by offering empathy with similar stories of idiocy.
Dear Oh Dear...... |
