If that doesn't work, try a carrier pigeon
While I love my new job, there have been a few hitches in the area of telecommunications.
-my email address used to belong to a student with the same last name as mine, who seems to have graduated recently. He gets mailings for things like College Republicans and the Scandinavian student society. Also, he either thinks his old address is forwarding things to him or he likes giving out fake info, as he apparently took a ReMax real estate training class last week and gave my email as his.
-my desk phone was until recently a fax number for another department. I have learned to answer the phone with the headset well away from my ear. It took a while to convince the would-be faxer from Croatia that she had the wrong number.
-my work-issued Blackberry (fine after its flour bath) number used to belong to an apparent deadbeat lothario named Richard who routinely gets calls from debt collection agencies, credit card companies, and random women. The women are surprised to hear a female voice answer; the debt collectors assume I am fronting for Rich. He/I also gets many calls that ring twice and hang up. Maybe it's the Postman?
Also, fun fact: At my last job I had inherited the former email address of one of the real life students whose story is depicted in the new movie "21." A few years ago she wrote to warn me that casino detectives had a record of her email address and had incorrectly deduced that my maiden name was one of her aliases. She alerted me that I may encounter problems should I ever try to play blackjack in Vegas (unlikely, as I'm too frugal to play more than the nickel slots!).
-my email address used to belong to a student with the same last name as mine, who seems to have graduated recently. He gets mailings for things like College Republicans and the Scandinavian student society. Also, he either thinks his old address is forwarding things to him or he likes giving out fake info, as he apparently took a ReMax real estate training class last week and gave my email as his.
-my desk phone was until recently a fax number for another department. I have learned to answer the phone with the headset well away from my ear. It took a while to convince the would-be faxer from Croatia that she had the wrong number.
-my work-issued Blackberry (fine after its flour bath) number used to belong to an apparent deadbeat lothario named Richard who routinely gets calls from debt collection agencies, credit card companies, and random women. The women are surprised to hear a female voice answer; the debt collectors assume I am fronting for Rich. He/I also gets many calls that ring twice and hang up. Maybe it's the Postman?
Also, fun fact: At my last job I had inherited the former email address of one of the real life students whose story is depicted in the new movie "21." A few years ago she wrote to warn me that casino detectives had a record of her email address and had incorrectly deduced that my maiden name was one of her aliases. She alerted me that I may encounter problems should I ever try to play blackjack in Vegas (unlikely, as I'm too frugal to play more than the nickel slots!).
posted by Katie at 8:23 PM
4 Comments:
Seriously? You'd think that your esteemed employer should have worked out a few of these glitches. And, does everyone have a "21" connection? (Mine is that I know Jeff Ma from water polo ... he was the women's coach @ MIT when I played for BU.)
Aaaahhh, technology....
Okay, that's hilarious. To think I've been sending emails to the republican.
it may be time to invest in some carrier pigeons!
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