Not exactly a call centre...but it IS related
Our office is actually a large security box - don't get me wrong, it has windows and heating and all the goodies - even air con :)

Anyway, in my little 'office' at the back, I have my own phone line which receives quite a lot of cold calls. Now, when I'm not too busy, I do enjoy having some fun so when I got a call one day from some clown selling windows, I was in my element:

"Why yes, I was talking to the good lady just the other night - I'd love for one of your monkeys salespersons to visit me..." grinning manically, I gave the postcode and number, and hung up.

The boss's "You utter cunt." just made me grin even more. I promptly forgot about the call and went about my usual daily thing (reading B3ta, occasionally doing something constructive) when my phone rang. Now, the only person who has the number is the work's manager at our other location, so I picked up the phone with my usual "Y'ello?" and got this (not exact, but close as damn it):

"Do you think that's clever?"
Me: "Eh?"
Irate Phone Monkey: "I've just had my guy drive 50 miles to your place and it's a fucking storage box!"
*Lights go on in my head*
Me: "Oh, well he didn't call in - are you sure he found the right place?"
IPM: "You cunt!" *slam*
Me: *snigger*

An hour or so later, my phone rings - it's IPM trying to order a pizza, grinning, I listen to his order, adding helpful things such as "Would you like extra panda with that?", "Sorry, that pizza only comes without cheese..." before finally telling him gently that he's supposed to call a pizza company and get them to deliver here, not call me - bless.

Not heard from him recently - I'll have to dig out the number and give him a call.

Oh, and phoning BT: I'd rather castrate myself with a rusty teaspoon.
( snee held his breath since, Thu 3 Sep 2009, 15:24, 1 reply)

Panda pizza...
you might be onto something there, mate.
( SpankyHanky, Thu 3 Sep 2009, 16:34, closed)