me: Good Afternoon, Engineering Firm.
Little Old Lady: Yes, can you hold on for a minute?
me, thinking ‘Lady, you called me…’: Sure.
LOL: Um, someone from Engineering Firm just called here.
LOL: Do you know who that could have been?
me: Not really no…
LOL: Can you hold on for a moment?
LOL to Little Old Man: Harry, pick up the phone in there. It’s Engineering Firm but this receptionist doesn’t know who called you.
me: Hi. This is Stephanie with Engineering Firm.
(extended awkward silence)
me: Do you know who would have called you?
LOM: Um, how about Jones [referring to a last name]? Is Jones there?
me: Who shall I say is calling?
LOM, exasperated: Harry.
me: One moment while I see if he is available.
Okay, so seriously, I am supposed to know every call that goes in and out of this place?
Oh, I guess I should also be wearing a pencil skirt (which, in honesty, I wouldn’t frown upon), pin curls and a bra that would contort my breasts into missiles.