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[Feb. 14th, 2010|05:56 pm] |
*Is enjoying another fun day of job (in)security.*
*Answers the phone and answers in the same way for the umpteenth time.*
Good morning, House of the Flower, Becky speaking, how can I help you? No, I'm sorry, he's indisposed. No. Can I take a message? No, indisposed. Mm-hm. Ye-es, indisposed. No, I can't, I'm sorry. No, you can't speak to my superior because I told you already, he's indisposed. thanks you, good-bye.
*Decides to stick on the radio to pass the time until-*
*sighs* Good morning House of the Flower Becky Speaking how can I help you sorry the lord of the house is indisposed can I take a message no all right then thank you good bye.
*Turns on the radio.* |
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[Nov. 6th, 2009|08:41 pm] |
*Has another ordinary day on the front desk until she ends up puppy sitting.*
*Finds that this breaks up the monotony immensely but has the drawback of drastically reducing her working vocabulary to baby talk and assorted nonsense syllables.*
Who's a good widdle girl then? YOU are! Yesh you are! Oh thassa waggy tail! Whatchoo saying? Are you trying to talk? Rarroo. Rarroo? RARROO. Oh you're such a cutie. |
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[Sep. 23rd, 2009|10:14 pm] |
*Is indeed, not stupid and knows that something's up.*
*Hears that Glorfindel is back in town so takes a wander over to the Flower.*
*Shuffles through the lobby looking out for him, when he spots a sign on the front desk that says, "INFORMATION."*
*Stands on his tip-toes.* Excuse me? What's a good way to cheer up a lady? |
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