time is money, friend
I answer the phone today, my first day back at work after recovering from the plague.
“Thank you for calling [MISF]. This is Tiffany, how may I help you?”
“Uh, yeah. I was callin’, um, because I’d like to, uh, come in and… apply for… uh… um, um… uh, what’s it called…”
“A job?”
That probably wasn’t very nice of me, but between my hatred of the phone and my incredulity that someone would call me so ill-prepared, I just couldn’t wait. Sometimes, you have to just take control of the situation.
Turns out, the phrase the person was actually looking for was “temporary-to-permanent.”