Stuff That's Supposed to Happen, Part 1: You Only Get One Phone Line
Phat!
I sometimes wonder what would happen if I made George troubleshoot this kind of thing on his own. Then I feel all dizzy and nauseated and I have to lie down.
Stuff That's Supposed to Happen, Part 2: So is Mine, but I'm Not Complaining.
You know, an answering service staffed by a dozen blind rhesus monkeys with simian hemorrhagic fever could do a better job screening calls than George does.
I don't know. Are they his? Does this person even work here?