Crank Yankers

Phone rings.

Me: Hello, internet section.

Man: Hello, may I speak with Jennifer?

Me: I'm sorry, there's no Jennifer here.

Man: No, there's a Jennifer there. Near the computers.

Me: (What the fuck?) Uh, there's no Jennifer here.

Man, slightly raised voice: No, there is. She works in the editorial section.

Me: (Geez, what's the problem with this guy?) Yes but this is the internet section.

Man: Well, can you connect me to her?

Me: (This guy is now officially getting on my nerves.) I'm sorry but I can't connect from this...

Man, speaking in an angry voice: Who is this?

Me: Excuse me?

Man: Who is this?

Me: (Can everyone say piss off?) What for?

Man: Jennifer works in your office, you should know her.

Me: You arrogant...

Man: WHO IS THIS?

In response, I hang up.

Now excuse me, I need a friggin' smoke. Grrr.