I had a sixteen year old flirting at me.
If I'd had the energy to get my paper out during the five hours I was there, I would have taken better notes.
Old Lady Monitor told me a horror story from her past on the phones where some joker tried to tell her how to spell the name of said joker's sister: "C, l, i, t, o, r, i, s." Uh-huh.
Just another day being a survey goon.
Five hours should not feel like ten hours.
