deadlightsgirl | further empowering thing

I didn't know how to change the outgoing message on my house phone. This morning, I figured it out and changed it, making sure to include the statement "don't leave messages for Rob here".
I deleted a zillion old messages left for Rob. While I was doing that, Verizon called, to welcome me to FiOS and see if I was happy with everything, only they asked for Rob first - I guess part of their system hadn't updated itself yet.
I said, DUDE, I just spent 3 days on the phone separating the accounts, he doesn't live here anymore, get it right.
The guy apologised and fixed it. I said thank you.
Then he asked was I happy with my FiOS. I said yes, so far very happy, and DirecTV needs to get over themselves,
and if they call me again to offer me a lap dance, I will tell them FiOS has a bigger penis and they should leave me alone.
THEN, trying to stifle his giggles, he told me the call may have been recorded.
I said, oh I hoped so!

Heheheheheheh. Empowering and awesome.

*edit
PS, today seems to be the day in which I make random phone people giggle. I had ordered my shots online and gotten the usual confirmation email saying they would be delivered today, which was the day I had requested. I saw the UPS truck in my neighbourhood earlier, but no shots have arrived, and I was beginning to lose faith, because I have a history of the UPS guy in my neighbourhood being a moron. So I called up the shots place and ask them whattup. The very nice lady I spoke to looks things up and finds out that due to some computer weirdness, the shots aren't scheduled to come til Tuesday, despite their confirmation email. I, who don't have to shoot up til Tuesday, say this is fine but take her up on her offer to move delivery to Monday, just so I have some leeway. She apologises and says she doesn't know how that happened, and I say no biggie, but here's why I got a bit worried and wanted to call you - and I proceed to relay the saga which some of you might remember, of how some time last year I didn't get my shots and went through 2 days of hell because the dumb stoned UPS guy didn't know the difference between a 10 and a 4 on the address label, and how I made him stand there while I scolded him and then literally smacked him on the back of the hand, and then ratted him out to his supervisor when she called me (I told her she should send her employee back to kindergarten to review his numbers, or else make him not come to work stoned). The shots lady giggled and giggled, apologised again, and reassured me that my shots will be here by Monday, and I needn't worry, and that she understood my concern.