Hang It Up Grandma

So, by now you should all know (and by all I mean pretty much me and the group of imaginary hummingbirds that fly around my head) that I work at a call center. It's the most wonderful job on the face of the planet not even Disney World itself could be more spectacular! That is if there are rainbow pooping yellow polka dotted lizards flying through the air singing the Gilligan's Island theme song. Oh, you mean there aren't? Well then, that explains why my job stinks. If someone were to ask me what the worst part of my job were, besides the amount of boredom I experience, I would have to say old people. Don't get me wrong I love my Grandmas, but that doesn't mean I have to love yours, and I definitely don't. The conversations I usually have with eighty year old women (or men I am not discriminating) usually goes something like this "Hello?" "Hello." "Hello?" "Heeelllllooooo." "Hello?" "Hello!" "Heeeeellllooooo....???" "Heeeeeelllllllllooooooooo....!!!!!" "Ugh" *Click* Holy frustration. I'm sorry what is the point of owning a telephone if you are deaf? I mean you can't hear what anyone is saying on the other end....I thought that's what the point of a telephone was. They don't let blind people drive, so why then why do they let old people who can't hear have telephones? Apparently killing someone on the street is more important a consideration than the annoyance that call center agents have to experience. Okay, maybe it actually is, but still this is a serious issue people! If you can't hear what's going on inside the phone it's time to hang it up Grandma. (Except in cases of emergency where the use of a telephone is acceptable (I am not responsible for any elderly related accidents associated with this post (read at your own discretion))).