Thursday, April 22, 2010

Old Bag

Today a client (whom I never met before) left me [three] voicemails in which he referred to me at least six times as an "old bag" which I found highly offensive. I mean, I'm not even 35 yet!

The same gentleman also suggested I get off my "fat ass" and "do my job." Whoa nelly. Does he really think I have a fat ass? I found it highly ironic that eariler today I had considered getting myself a pair of maternity pants, because all of my pants seem to have shrunk in the wash.

Just another Thursday.


  1. It never gets old when someone calls you names. It's pretty comical really. Gives you something to smile about as you accidently forget to set up an reminder diary to issue the payment.

  2. It's so funny. May they be struck down with a horrible case of projectile diarhhea!


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