By Maureen Sharib
“Buster!” Bob yelled as he came through the door, dried grass falling from his hot, sweaty being after his six hour long grass cutting marathon here on our lush twelve acres 30 miles or so north of the Ohio River.
“Buster! Come here!” he begged as the UPS truck pulled down the long driveway and Buster started barking, his brown hound dog body sinewing back and forth, propelled by the enthusiastic beating of his long tail.
The “Brown Guy” stepped down out of the truck, dog treat in hand (Buster gets the Pig’s Ear, good customers that we are) and fed it to him while nodding at Bob who had stepped back out onto the front porch to receive the shouldered square box containing – what else? More computer equipment!
“Hello, there!” Bob called, loudly.
Watching all the commotion from my desk in one of the front rooms of the house situated next to the front door I shook my head as I rose, headset connected to my head, the tether stretching the boundaries of my patience. “Shhhh!” I snarled at nobody in particular, silently closing and latching the door against the mayhem as the box was deposited behind the now-closed door. I could hear Bob matching the Brown Guy’s amusement about some remark over baseball with his unwavering lifelong allegiance to the Yankees, in spite of his recent disappointment over team events. “Don’t you worry – just wait and watch – they’ll pull it out – they always do,” Bob said, remarking assuredly on the team’s unmatched baseball success. “Getoudda here – the Reds don’t hold a candle to the Yankees!” he confidently exclaimed as he scrawled his name on the electronic receipt the Brown Guy held before him. “Ain’t no way,” he finished as he closed the door behind the departing deliveryman, answering the guy’s friendly banter.
“KNOCK! KNOCK!” came the insistent, instant knock at my door. “Bang! Bang!” it came again.
“What’s WRONG with you?” I hissed, half bent into a standing/sitting position as I opened the door, stretching up from my desk, sliding the door bolt and letting the door fall open before sitting quickly back down, my eyes on the freshly delivered search results on my Google screen. “How many times do I have to tell you? QUIET when I’m working!” I hissed again, my tone low as I waited for the Receptionist to return.
“You’re always working,” Bob groused back. “Take a break,” he begged.
Slamming the phone down and disconnecting my connection in the process, I snapped, “What?” annoyed at having my concentration broken. “Now what?” I sneered, for more effect.
“Your new flat screen’s here. Want me to connect it now?” he offered, amazing me with his alacrity to start a new task on the heels of one so formidable. “You’ll have to help me,” came the warning.
“NO! Can’t you see I’m working?” I insisted, my exasperation increasing along with my temper. “Why do you always do this to me?”
“Do what?” Bob cried.
“Interrupt me! Do I have to spell it out?” I exclaimed. “I’m in the middle of something – can’t you do your IT stuff tonight after 7 when I’m asleep?” I offered, hopefully. “NOW is not a good time, don’t you understand?”
“You need to help me with the wires, I only need a few minutes,” he continued.
“A few minutes I don’t have!” I snapped. “Go ‘way and close the door behind you!”
The luckless Bob turned and retreated, epithets spewing fast and furious as he headed to the kitchen for a drink of water. Feeling a slight twinge of guilt, I returned my gaze to the screen and my task at hand. Reaching for the dial pad I was almost ready to push “redial” when I hung the phone up, rose and removed my headset, placing it alongside the phone. Following Bob into the kitchen I intended to get a cup of coffee and offer some kind of amend.
It was not to be.
To be cont'd...
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Maureen Sharib is a seasoned telephone names sourcer, names sourcing since 1997. She and her husband Bob own the names sourcing firm TechTrak.com and Maureen telephone-names sources daily as well as teaches telephone-names sourcing in her online telephone names sourcing course "The Magic In The Method." She can be reached by email at Maureen at techtrak.com or by phone at (513) 899-9628. Maureen will come on-site to your company to teach telephone names sourcing to your sourcers.
