In Case of Emergency

Thanks to my neighbor FC, you are now semi-familiar with Professor Pointless. I will refer to him for the sake of this post as “the Professor”. I sit very close to the Professor, closer than anyone regarding this Blog. I find that this is a rather unfortunate situation, as I am daily disgusted and horrified, confused and dazed as to the behaviors of the Professor.

The Professor is not one to follow many rules, but then again, I am not one either. However, I try my best to conceal the fact that I am not following rules. The Professor does not. He very much wants to make his presence known to the floor, however, quite frankly, none of us really care for him.

Let me start with one thing you will need to know to truly understand this post. We on the call floor have what I would like to refer to as an emergency phone and it is for, you may have already guessed, emergencies only. For example: I have the number for the emergency phone, but have never given it to anyone I know, since I highly doubt there will be such a dire emergency that my cell phone will not suffice. The Professor has a cell phone. I’ve heard the old man’s ring tone many times.

Today, was a regular work day. Until a co-worker comes barreling down the row with the emergency phone in his hand. I immediately turn to the Professor. He is on a call. It happens sometime when you work in a call center. He then promptly puts his customer on hold and answers the phone. The conversation went something like this:

The Professor: Hello son… I was going to call you when I got off work. I’m picking you up at 5:15… HAHA (I guess assumed son said something amusing)… Tell Samantha hello for me… Okay bye.

I realized that this was not an emergency at all, but a mere son trying to get a hold of his father. Sweet and nice, but this is not the true use of the emergency phone. Approximately 5 minutes pass when a different co-worker comes barreling down the row with the same phone and I think to myself “not again…” but sure enough there was another emergency that the Professor was needed. This time, however, the co-worker noticed he was still on the call and quickly took a message. Much to the dismay of the caller and to the Professor, I’m sure.

I am unsure why today, this act of complete disregard for the emergency phone really bugged the core of me. I will probably never know. All I hope for is that one day, there really will be an emergency that require the Professor, and since the Professor has called “emergency wolf” more times than I can count, someone will just merely take a message. I hope that someone can be me.