I am alive. Barely. At a time when I'm sporting the latest virus I also have 3 new projects dumped on me so have been working crazy hours. By the time I got home and scrounged up some grub, I just wanted to relax. And what happens, fucking phone rings off the hook.
I'm known to enter the random contest or two, so this is the strategy I've started using when charities, sales people, or (wtf?) survey takers call and invade my peace and quiet.
Annoying caller: "Hi, is Mrs. Hoodchick home?"
Hoodchick: "Why, did I win something?"
AC: "Uhh. Umm. No, but..."
Hoodchick: "If you're not calling to tell me I've won something, then I'm not interested."
AC: (usually with a nervous chuckle) "Well, I'm calling about..."
Hoodchick (interrupting) "Seriously. I'm. not. interested." click
Captain Clueless can't believe I do this. He thinks it's totally bitchy. But he's the guy that picks up and immediately disconnects when a call is from an unknown number. And they just call back later.
Now I'm off to mix beer with antibiotics, and catch up on my blog reading (it's ok, it's lite beer.)
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