Thoooow Nawt Funneh!
Much of my current job involves intricate floor plan details. While most of this information is readily at hand, there are some components that can only be dealt with on a house by house basis. As I am merely a cubicle ferret, I must rely on our Field Techs to supply these details. Intriguing, I know.
One particular plan/design that we deal with has no less than 40 options. Every potential option and elevation in this plan can change not only the layout, but most measurements involved. To call it maddening would be an understatement.
Naturally, this design is one of the most popular plans.
As a result, I spend much time on the phone with the FT assigned to this job. This particular FT is relatively new (and pleasant). Sadly, I haven't been around him long enough to give him a proper nickname.
Until, perhaps, now.
Thursday afternoon found me (once again) dealing with Maddening Floor Plan #666. As I glanced through the four pages of options, I realized that I was missing x/y and €. [I know it's not a true math formula. I don't care.] This meant another call to FT#2.
The following conversation took place:
RR: Hey, FT. I hate to call you so late. I have one quick question.
FT2: Owhkeh.
RR: Were you able to get out to XYS and measure the trusses?
FT2: No. I'm shtihl in Fayette-Nam. Thith plathe ith a fwigging whe-eck.
RR: [pausing]. I'm sorry. Did you say you were still in Fayette-Nam?
FT2: Yeth. I've been he-uh thinth thith mow-ning. Ith ap-tho-lewt-lee dith-guth-dingh.
RR: [Briefly wondering if he's drunk...] Dude. Are you okay?
FT2: Nowh! I thook a thip owhf mah tho-duh anhd a thew-pid BEE-UH flew ihntew mah mouf and thung me on my thung.
RR: [fighting laughter] Are you allergic?!
FT2: Ah howhp nawt. Ith thung me ahn owuh uhgow.
RR: Do you feel okay?
FT2: Ith hawt heuh, Ahm thared, ahnd that thoopid bee pithed meh awf. Thoopid bathtud.
RR: [shaking with laughter and crying] I'm so sorry. My request can wait until tomorrow.
FT2: Gooh-wud. Ahl thry thoo geth ith fowh yew firth thing ihn the mowning.
RR: Okay. Thanks. Don't be out too late, man. And get some Benadryl, okay?
FT2: Ow-keh. Ahl thee yew ihn the mowning.
I hung up the phone, still shaking with laughter...and proceeded to do what any decent co-worker would do...
I went straight to my equally obnoxious co-workers and told them about FT2. Ringleader, perhaps one of my favorite co-conspirators, immediately called FT2...and put him on speaker phone.
After the standard pleasantries, Ringleader giggled, "Hey, FT2. Do me a favor, okay? Say bath-thud!"
To which FT2 muttered "Yew awh THOOOOOW Nawht Funneh! Yew THUCK!" Then he hung up.
Oh, and his nickname? I'm pretty sure we're gonna call him Blaine.
One particular plan/design that we deal with has no less than 40 options. Every potential option and elevation in this plan can change not only the layout, but most measurements involved. To call it maddening would be an understatement.
Naturally, this design is one of the most popular plans.
As a result, I spend much time on the phone with the FT assigned to this job. This particular FT is relatively new (and pleasant). Sadly, I haven't been around him long enough to give him a proper nickname.
Until, perhaps, now.
Thursday afternoon found me (once again) dealing with Maddening Floor Plan #666. As I glanced through the four pages of options, I realized that I was missing x/y and €. [I know it's not a true math formula. I don't care.] This meant another call to FT#2.
The following conversation took place:
RR: Hey, FT. I hate to call you so late. I have one quick question.
FT2: Owhkeh.
RR: Were you able to get out to XYS and measure the trusses?
FT2: No. I'm shtihl in Fayette-Nam. Thith plathe ith a fwigging whe-eck.
RR: [pausing]. I'm sorry. Did you say you were still in Fayette-Nam?
FT2: Yeth. I've been he-uh thinth thith mow-ning. Ith ap-tho-lewt-lee dith-guth-dingh.
RR: [Briefly wondering if he's drunk...] Dude. Are you okay?
FT2: Nowh! I thook a thip owhf mah tho-duh anhd a thew-pid BEE-UH flew ihntew mah mouf and thung me on my thung.
RR: [fighting laughter] Are you allergic?!
FT2: Ah howhp nawt. Ith thung me ahn owuh uhgow.
RR: Do you feel okay?
FT2: Ith hawt heuh, Ahm thared, ahnd that thoopid bee pithed meh awf. Thoopid bathtud.
RR: [shaking with laughter and crying] I'm so sorry. My request can wait until tomorrow.
FT2: Gooh-wud. Ahl thry thoo geth ith fowh yew firth thing ihn the mowning.
RR: Okay. Thanks. Don't be out too late, man. And get some Benadryl, okay?
FT2: Ow-keh. Ahl thee yew ihn the mowning.
I hung up the phone, still shaking with laughter...and proceeded to do what any decent co-worker would do...
I went straight to my equally obnoxious co-workers and told them about FT2. Ringleader, perhaps one of my favorite co-conspirators, immediately called FT2...and put him on speaker phone.
After the standard pleasantries, Ringleader giggled, "Hey, FT2. Do me a favor, okay? Say bath-thud!"
To which FT2 muttered "Yew awh THOOOOOW Nawht Funneh! Yew THUCK!" Then he hung up.
Oh, and his nickname? I'm pretty sure we're gonna call him Blaine.
posted by rennratt at 5:34 AM
9 Comments:
I hope the benedryl helped. LOL.
A bee stings my mouth and it starts swelling until I can't talk right, I'm going to take a Benadryl on the way to the ER!
I don'th thee a big futhure for thith guy, do you?
I feel sorry for the guy, but the way you wrote it, it's hilarious!!
A bee sting in the mouth?! Holy Crap! Let me start by saying I hope he's feeling much better and finish with OMG! ROFLMFAO! You should have got that on tape for us somehow!
Hahahahahaha! I feel bad for laughing but I can't help it!
First you make me ROLF then you make me feel guilty for doing it. You are truely a gifted woman.
Ah pierthed it mahthelf!
So funny - both your story AND that silly silly movie.
I'm not sure what was funnier - reading this or hearing you say it in person. LMAO!!!
-KDS
That is hi-larious. (I had to read it out loud to myself). If it were me, I'd look like Martin Short in Pure Luck.
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