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You'd get fired for taking your phone out of your pocket? Do you work in a hospital or on a plane or something? |
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Not so - if it's a pocket in his hat (or better still - terrorist-style balaclava) he can talk on the phone without removing it from said pocket. |
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Would a terrorist get fired if they answered their phone...? |
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Well the idea is that if it's somebody important I can go to the breakroom and call them back right away.
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I work in a call center, actually, where I have access to enough personl information about our customers to buy a Ferrari using somebody else's identity if I chose to. Cell phone's aren't permitted in the workplace, and the information is not permitted to leave the workplace (except, of course, if I memorize it) to keep employees from sending the information out of the office via text/instant message or simply saving it in your phone's notepad.
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Of course, we all carry cell phones, but they're not visible so you can't get in trouble. |
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[theleopard] when they're busy, they put their phones into "Destabilising democracy" mode (similar to "Meeting"). |
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I thought it might perhaps interfere with any nearby transmitters. Then he really would get fired! Ho ho ho! |
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could call it: "The Vibes- Rater" + |
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Yeah. But you can't call long-distance on them, and most of my calls are from out of town. |
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Sympathies and camaraderie to [21Q] for working in a call centre. I worked in one (for about 3 months, about 10 years ago) and can *still* remember the scripted greeting today! I think it must have been the closest I've ever come to learning what it must be like to be a battery hen. They wired us up and every time you heard a beep in your ear, you'd launch into a preppy rendition of your welcome phrase (you were told off if you weren't "happy" enough) and await the customer's demands. Once complete, the call would terminate, and you'd know that in a few seconds, you'd get another beep to inform you of another one. The staff would hold these long protracted, and ever-interrupted conversations over their desks.
"How was your weekend?"
"Oh great we...Welcome to ShiteBank Customer Service Centre, How may I help you?..."
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"Yeah, we went to that Oasis concert, it was awes..."
"Welcome to ShiteBank Customer Service Centre, How may I help you?..."
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"Oh yeah, cool. Do you fancy a pint lat....Good Morning, Welcome to ShiteBank Customer Service Centre, How May I help You..."
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But we didn't have mobile phones in those days, so I don't know about that bit. |
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