I had to work on a Sunday, for the first time in over a year. And I didn't get to see my son this weekend because I only get custody on weekends and, guess what, I worked this weekend. And then, to add insult to injury, I only have a half hour for lunch on this cycle. A ****ing half-hour. Thirty minutes is not enough time for a grown adult to enjoy a meal, even at ****ing Chili's; hell, you have to discount almost fifteen minutes just for the round trip travel time. Thirty minutes is barely even enough time to decompress from the **** you have to put up with in the first four hours...
Anyway, ranting aside, customer calls in and asks about ordering the service. Only I don't work in sales, I work in tech support. And sales is closed on Sundays. So I gotta answer all these damned questions, and then tell her that she has to call back on Monday. I felt like I was in this scene (the part from 0:30-1:40):
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