Working from home during the pandemic
I work from home all of the time. The problems begin when the wife is home. Out of habit, she answers the phone when I’m not around, because it might possibly be for her. Almost always it is for me. This leads to awkward conversations later.
Probably ten years ago she answered the phone one day and hears, “Hello, this if Buffy. I need Mr. Cow to fix my problem.” Immediately, Mrs. Cow is picturing some pole dancer on the other end of the phone. She becomes quite cool but does manage to get down the phone number for me. When I got in for the day the first thing I hear is, “Who’s Buffy and what kind of problem does she have that you can fix for her?” HellifIknow! I’m asking, “Buffy who?” She’s not buying it. I must already know Buffy. I don’t have a clue. So, I call the number and land a survey job for Buffy and her husband. Her husband was a schoolmate of my oldest daughter and his mother was a classmate of mine. Buffy’s husband makes too much money working for Chrysler in Detroit so has been investing close to home in farm land for his brothers to operate. Buffy handles the money that her husband makes, so she’s the one making the business calls.
Fast forward to today. The stay-at-home-for-the-rest-of-the-school-year school teacher answers the phone to hear the allegedly sultry voice of Deanne. “Hello, this is Deanne. I need Mr. Cow to fix my problem.” A few minutes later as I’m cruising down the highway to another courthouse my phone rings. I hear, “Buffy called but she’s changed her name to Deanne.” Things went downhill from there. 😕
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