Originally posted by: LordMaul
I was in my office, innocently surfing the 'net when the business phone line rings. Normally, I never answer the phone, as there are a couple receptionist/secretaries that handle that crap, so I ignored it. But it kept ringing, way longer than a phonecall would, so I looked over, and the office intercom light was blinking. I'm fairly new, and had not been called on the inter-office lines before this, but I picked up and answered.
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Me: Yes?
Receptionist: Um...hey, I, er, I need you to help me.
Me: Having problems with your workstation again?
[note: I'm really just the graphics guy, but they abuse me with all forms of computer questions because I accidentally let on that I know more than my job description. D'oh.
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Her: Well...no, not exactly. Can you come here right away?
Me: Uh...emergency?
[I wasn't busy, but I had a great Flash game going, and hell, whatever it was better be important.]
Her: Yes. I need you to kill a spider. RIGHT NOW.
Me: *spits coffee all over monitor, laughing hysterically*
Her: ...:::misc begging/whining:::...
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I cruelly toyed with the idea of not giving an end to this story, in true-to-form style, but just to round it off, yes: I killed and removed the spider, and yes, I smirked at my in-joke the whole time, and got slapped for misconveying the smartass look on my face, as she was obviously not privy to the joke.
Cliffs notes:
-- Chick at work calls me, demands that I kill a spider for her.
-- I killed spider.
-- Syringer lives on in our hearts.
That is all.