Extensive Laziness
I’ve been working on getting a permit to build an extension on my house; such permits are required where I live. Most government services in the area are run out of the county courthouse. If you don’t know the phone extension for a specific office or employee, you call the courthouse’s main number and the receptionist transfers you to the right person.
I have a question about one of the forms I have to submit to the county zoning office, but I don’t know their direct number, so I call the courthouse’s main number. The receptionist answers, I explain what I need, and she agrees to transfer me. I’m on hold for a few minutes when the next person picks up.
Employee: “Hello, this is [Employee] in Licensing. How can I help you today?”
Me: “I have a question about [form].”
Employee: “I’m sorry, could you say that again?”
Me: “I have a question about [form]. I’m looking for a permit to build an addition on my house, and I have to submit [form] to be approved.”
Employee: “This is the licensing office. We don’t have anything to do with zoning or building permits.”
Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. Your receptionist transferred me to this extension.”
Employee: *Under his breath* “God d*** that stupid woman!” *More clearly, to me* “I understand. The courthouse recently hired a new receptionist. She’s been transferring calls to random extensions all week because she’s too lazy to actually learn which department deals with each issue. Do you have a pen and paper ready? I can’t transfer you directly to the zoning office, but I can give you their direct number instead of making you deal with our receptionist again.”
Me: “That would be great. I’m ready for the number.”
Employee: “The zoning office is [phone number]. Since you’re here, is there anything you need help with as far as licensing is concerned?”
Me: “Nope, nothing. Thanks for helping!”
Employee: “You’re welcome! Have a great day, and good luck with your addition!” *Under his breath, as he’s hanging up* “And now to yell…” *Click*