One of the best things about my job is how little I am required to deal with the phone. I hate the phone. Always have, always will.

Me: Company name, this is WB, may I help you?
Her: Hi WB, this is LK, let me talk to Boss.
Me: I’m sorry, Boss is out of the office, may I take a message or try to help you with something?
Her: Can you give me Boss’ cell? I have it, but I left my cell down in the car. (or wherever she said she left Boss’s number)
Me: I could, but then I’d get in trouble!
Her: I have his cell, just not on me.
Me: Well, the office phone rings Boss’ cell, and if he doesn’t pick up by the third ring, he has me answer it, so he must be unavailable right now anyway, since I answered.
Her: WE HAVE BEEN WORKING TOGETHER FOR THREE YEARS. I JUST DON’T WANT TO HAVE TO GO DOWNSTAIRS TO GET HIS NUMBER. YOU KNOW WHAT, TELL HIM LK CALLED AND NOT TO CALL ME BACK.
And somewhere in my next reply, she slammed down her phone, so I’m not sure how much she heard of:
Me: LK, Boss is in a doctor’s appointment right now, he won’t answer his cell.

I don’t give out cell numbers. Period.

And when I encounter someone on the phone who is disinclined to give out another person’s cell, I get it, and don’t press the issue. Because I don’t want someone handing out my cell number to anyone who claims to have left it in their other coat.

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