Interesting phone call...

[xerinmichellex]

Confession Time: I love Caller ID. Love, love, love it! I'm notorious for not picking up the phone unless I recognize the number that's calling. Yes, I'm pretty much anti-social and socially awkward on the phone. (More than once, my mother's co-workers have commented on how I sound like a little girl on the phone. Thanks.)

It's phone calls like the one I transcribed below that make me not want to answer the phone. (I also always am the one who answers the phone and its charities asking for donations. I hate saying no, but I'm a broke artist over here! But then I feel bad for saying no and sink into a crappy mood for the rest of the day...)

*Note: I'm calling her a girl because she sounded like a young woman on the phone, around my age. Plus, the acronym that came out of using the word "girl" is pretty funny.

Girl on Other End: Hello, may I please speak to ______ Gomez?

Me: I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong number.

GOOE: But this is the number _____ Gomez listed on his contact sheet. Has there ever been a _____ Gomez that lived with you?

Me: Nope.

GOOE: Have you recently gotten this number? [She meant our house number, and she kinda made it sound like I stole this from Señor Gomez. Like I attacked him and said, "No more phone number for you!" Also, maybe you dialed wrong...?]

Me: We have had this number for 19 years.

GOOE: ... Ooookaaaay. Can I have your name please? [This is where my paranoia/suspicion radar goes off. Nevertheless, I did give her my name--first name only] I'm just going to make a notation on my sheet.

Me: Okay. Bye.

GOOE: Bye.

Me: *hangs up phone*

Someone has been had by Señor Gomez.

Comments

[rhoda-rants.livejournal.com]

Jeez--people are tetchy sometimes. I remember when "Sorry, wrong number," got a response of, "Oh, sorry," and that was the end of it.

I'm notoriously evil when it comes to dealing with strange phone calls though. At least I was, before everyone in the fam switched to cell phones instead of a house phone. If someone mispronounces my name, I hang up. If the conversation with someone I don't know and don't care to lasts long after I've made it clear I'm not interested--in your example, somewhere around, "Yeah, we've lived here nineteen years"--I hang up. Once, when someone asked for me and pronounced my name wrong, I said, "Hang on, I'll get her," and then hung up. (I admit that was bad, but it was funny.)

[xerinmichellex.livejournal.com]

See, even on the phone I'm nice--which is why I get so upset if someone's calling for donations and I have to say no. This phone call rubbed me the wrong way because the young lady on the other end made me feel like it's my fault that she couldn't reach Señor Gomez. It's like when someone calls you and asks, "Who is this?" Hello, you called me. You dialed the phone, jackass.

That's so funny people say your name wrong, since it isn't that hard to pronounce. My brother's name is Ryan and lots of times people called looking for a Brian, and my mom would think they said Ryan and she'd hand the phone over to my brother. Half the time it would be a teenage girl and she would talk to my brother, who'd be eight at the time, only to realize she had the wrong number. Hee!