Thoroughly In The Gutter

The other day a man called at work and asked me to look for a number in Phoenix. I thought he wanted me to look at his penis. I had an image of some dirty old man sitting in a recliner, holding the receiver down in front of his crotch. I'm glad I was too speechless to say anything until after he said something about Arizona and I realized he was saying Phoenix, not penis.

Then just yesterday someone called for a number in Stayton and I thought she said Satan. Maybe I need to clean my ears, or get a new headset.

On the bright side, today the manager type people came around and gave me little awards for being my group's MVP for January and February and an All Star Team Performer, whatever the hell that means, for April. Because I rock, you know?

Plus I got an Outstanding test call a month or so ago, and finally got to spin the prize wheel for it. The last two times I did that I won $25 gift cards to Quik Trip both times, but this time I won a Pirates of the Caribbean dice game. $25 worth of gas and snacks would be nice, but the game was surprisingly easy and we all had fun playing it after dinner tonight.