On Patience

Yesterday, at my new job I answered the phone for a nun and looked up a her order. I had to put her on hold while I went rummaging repeatedly and finally asked for help.

Turns out they had input the client name backwards so while I was looking for one name, the product was tiny, hidden behind a stack of huge products, and listed under the other name.

By the time I had the package in-hand, she'd hung up. I made a nun hang up. I called back, and I had to go through the seminary automated directory, then a monk operating a switchboard, then another nun, then finally the right nun. Direct quote: "I ran out of patience."

Guys, I made a nun run out of patience. A nun. Pretty sure they're trained for infinite patience.

Also pretty sure they're trained in the use of Catholic guilt.

Too bad she didn't know she got the one Jewish person on help-desk. Bitch, we invented that game.

Fun story, the Epic of Gilgamesh is only long because everyone was honest
and had to be convinced of everything the hard way.
Old Testament: "No, no, don't worry about me, I'll just sit here reading alone
in the dark, going blind and hungry. You go out with your friends, Isaac."