Quick And Mean Or Slow And Nice

I picked up the phone and dialed a number. Unexpectedly, a woman answered. I panicked and hung up. No, I'm not dating a married man. I was just trying to clock in at work and instead of getting an automated male voice, I got a female one. It's just as well. I've always hated that male recording. As long as you do everything right he's okay, but if you make a mistake, he turns into a snotty, sneering bastard.

If you accidently call on the wrong line, he'll say in his snooty, arrogant tone, "You are not authorized to clock in on this line. " If your finger slips more than once while punching in the ridiculously long string of numbers, He'll chastise you in that hateful tone and say, "You have made too many mistakes. Talk to your supervisor."

I'll silently mouth a swear word or two at him, while wishing that he was with me in person so that I could strangle him. There is no need to talk in that tone of voice.

The new female recording is pleasant enough, but she talks too slowly and stumbles over some of the words. We all know the drill and get impatient waiting for her to say her lines so that we can clock in. I hate the bastard, but I kind of want him back.