Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Voicemail
Not much offends me. But as a liberal working in a very conservative company, I consider myself an expert at crossing the line between classy and trashy. Luckily, I'm more often the observer than a direct participant.
Today, I telephoned a company in Orlando. The woman with whom I spoke was very pleasant; she couldn't assist me but was able to direct me to someone who would. She politely transferred me into the company voicemail system for what seemed like an eternity while I waited for the other end to pick up.
During my time in telelimbo, I overheard the following hold muzak: ". . . Damn boy, I couldn't believe the jiggly junk on her. For reals. She's lucky I didn't stop and nail her right in the parking lot. It was like god da. . . Hi, you've reached Paul, I can't take your call right now. . ."
Am I wrong in thinking that this might be mildly inappropriate for a firm that does not specialize in sex, drugs, and gangsta rap? The only connection I can make is that they DO provide communications systems hardware at concert venues. I get that, but why not something a bit more subdued? Like say, anyone still in concert at your local easy listening station.
Don't get me wrong, I caught myself laughing, but then I turned beet red when I realized just how wrong the recording and my suggestive reaction to it really were. Can you imagine if one of the old women from my firm would have been on the phone instead of me? She'd either be mortified, or be so worked up that she'd have to go out and get nailed right in the parking lot across the street.
Please people, have some composure.
Today, I telephoned a company in Orlando. The woman with whom I spoke was very pleasant; she couldn't assist me but was able to direct me to someone who would. She politely transferred me into the company voicemail system for what seemed like an eternity while I waited for the other end to pick up.
During my time in telelimbo, I overheard the following hold muzak: ". . . Damn boy, I couldn't believe the jiggly junk on her. For reals. She's lucky I didn't stop and nail her right in the parking lot. It was like god da. . . Hi, you've reached Paul, I can't take your call right now. . ."
Am I wrong in thinking that this might be mildly inappropriate for a firm that does not specialize in sex, drugs, and gangsta rap? The only connection I can make is that they DO provide communications systems hardware at concert venues. I get that, but why not something a bit more subdued? Like say, anyone still in concert at your local easy listening station.
Don't get me wrong, I caught myself laughing, but then I turned beet red when I realized just how wrong the recording and my suggestive reaction to it really were. Can you imagine if one of the old women from my firm would have been on the phone instead of me? She'd either be mortified, or be so worked up that she'd have to go out and get nailed right in the parking lot across the street.
Please people, have some composure.
# posted by Jay @ 11:08 AM 
