Morons

Two morons came to the office at separate occasions within a week.

1. Called the new Insurance Agent (IA) to come to collect a cheque for the premium. Before this stage I had already faxed to him the renewal notice. He bought over the business from the previous Insurance Agent.

When he arrived to collect the cheque …

Spinxie: Please sign this voucher to acknowledge receipt of the cheque.

IA: I can’t sign the voucher.

Spinxie: How come? (but in my head I wanted to say harshly ‘Why not?’)

IA: Because you wrote the wrong company name.

Spinixe: But this is the name of the company on the renewal notice and I faxed you the notice.

IA: Oh, I forgot to tell you. My company’s name is the one on the name card I just gave you.

Spinxie: (Moron, can’t you tell me after you received the fax copy of the renewal notice. Now I wasted a cheque not cos of writing the year incorrectly but cos of you moron). *sigh*

2. The colleague sitting next to me was on leave and therefore I had to attend to a stranger.

Mr. M: Are you the clerk here?

Spinxie: How can I help you?

Mr. M: I am a friend of the Tan family from West M’sia and I met your boss. He told me if I need something to be built to come to find him.

Spinxie: Which boss are you talking about?

Mr. M: Mr. XX.

Spinxie: Mr. XX was here yesterday but today he is not in.

Mr. M: Then I can see the other boss.

Spinxie: The other boss is not in as well. Can I take down your name and no. so that he can call you when he comes in tomorrow?

(Ok, so I asked for his name & contact number and I expected him to just give me the answer. Simple, right? No …

But he took out his wallet and started rummaging through it. I thought he was going to give me his name card. Instead, he took out a student card from the uni. he attended in the USA most probably donkey years ago since he looks like he’s in his early fifties. I came to the conclusion cos he told me earlier he worked for the govt. blah blah blah. I looked at the student card and jotted down his name.

Spinxie: And your contact number is?

Mr. M: 019 8xxxxxx. Can you do me a favour, can you call your other boss so that I can talk to him on the phone? And actually do you know the Tan family from West M’sia?

Spinxie: (*Do you think I only know one Tan family in the whole of West M’sia when you do not even want to bother to tell me the name?*) I dialed the boss's number and passed the phone to Mr. M.

Thank goodness after that conversation, someone else attended to this moron before I lose my patience.