So Robert Dotson (T-Mobile's CEO and my boss, on paper anyway) called me this morning to cry about T-Mobile being the new iPhone carrier in Germany. He started ranting and raving about how T-Mobile USA got shafted on the iPhone or something. Honestly, I have a hard time understanding anything anyone that's 5 pounds or more overweight says. It's not personal gluttons... just a sin. Anywho, I finally just cut him off and ask him how the hell he got my number. I mean, come on! The only people that should have my number are Charles Barkley, Sue Nokes, and other A-List celebrities. Doughboy then tried pulling the "technically, I'm your boss" card. I then informed that technically, he's about three seconds away from me jumping over to the Nokes Transporter and beaming over a Fake Sue Bitch Slap. I could feel him sweating with fear. If only I could've had Charles scoop up some of his sweat for me. Fear sweat is a great moisturizer. I told him he needed to do two things:
- Go get a klondike bar or whatever desert he usually has for breakfast and relax.
- Never ever call me again.
I informed Dotson that if Sue Nokes wants to hear his opinion she will give it to him. Now that that's out of the way I can get on with my trip. I'm off to Germany. Gotta go pickup my new iPhone.
-Sue Out!
Saturday, October 6, 2007
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