Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Why Can't the English?

Work is really pushing my buttons today. I just got off the phone with someone who asked "Are there any more $25 tickets for the Motown show?" "So, there are no $25 tickets left?" "Were there ever $25 tickets?" "How can I get a $25 ticket?" and then, once again, "So, there are no $25 left?" What am I supposed to say besides "NO!" over and over again?! To be honest I want to say "Sir, this concert has been on sale since September 2, 2009. Today is April 14, 2010 and the concert is less than a week away. What do you expect?" But I don't. I also want to say "Yo, moron, I've said 3 times already that there are no $25 tickets. None. Zero. Zilch. So buy one for $47, $58, $65 or $80 or leave me alone!" But, alas, I don't say that either. I just politely say "no" over and over and over and over again until they realize, no matter how they ask, I am not going to magically come up with a ticket. And then, when I finally get off the phone, we make fun of him. Poor guy.

My favorite thing, however, is when a show is sold out and someone says "Oh, but I just need one." OHHHHH! I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T REALIZE! Here, let me print you a ticket for the special "I only need 1" section that we hold for people when shows are sold out. To be honest, sold out hardly ever actually means completely sold out, until the night of the concert. There are press holds and artist holds and just general holds in case there are mistakes, or Rham Emmanuel decides to come. But still, if I say sold out, please don't ask for a single ticket. If I had 1, I'd say I did.

Ah! For some reason my blog is spellchecking in The Queen's English. It is saying favorite is spelled incorrectly and there is a red squiggly line under it. And it is driving me crazy. Though I bet if I type favorite over and over again, it will drive spellchecker crazy. Favorite. Favorite. Favourite. Ooops. I mean favorite. Yes, you guessed it, the blog prefers favourite. Also, colour, aeroplane, aluminium, mum, speciality and, my least favorite, pyjamas. Really, Brits, p-Y-j-a-m-a-s?! REALLY?!

Eeek. I sure am complaining alot today. My apologies. I'll be more positive tomorrow. Weeeeeeee!

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