I receive a tremendous amount of wrong numbers dialers at my work desk phone, more than anyone else here. There was this woman once who called and asked who I was and started asking about my office. Of course, I didn’t tell her anything because there is nothing that bothers me more than when someone calls my phone and asks me who I am. There were also those usual instances of callers looking for Nessa, Joey, Frankie and etc.

Recorded at 7:58am this morning and marked as urgent, I got the ultimate voicemail from a male caller at 860-348-xxxx (I googled the number and got a listing in New Britain, CT!) Here is the message:

“Heeeeyeah yeAH YEAHHH! I just wantchu to know that you are a ugly a** crackhead b****. You are a f****** b****! B****!!!!”

Along with the lunch box mystery, there are just too many weird things in the world, particularly at this office.