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I hate correcting customers who call me ma'am and miss and honey over the phone, because only about 30 percent of the time do they apologize and start calling me sir, while 70 percent of the time they double down assuming I was trans and continue misgendering me on purpose to show how little respect they have for me as a human being. "Thank you, MISS."
I'm a cis man, for the record.
Whenever I correct someone and they keep it up, I simply refuse service. "Oh, I'm sorry, we're completeley booked up the day you wanted. Yeah, no, we're booked up on your backup dates too. Looks like our next opening isn't until, hmm, mid-November. Oh, but it doesn't have enough beds for your party. We could probably fit you in around New Years, but you'd have to change rooms every day. You might wanna try [more expensive motel] a few blocks north of us, they might have vacancies. Have a good day."
I've been able to dodge what few complaints we've gotten so far because they all tell my boss that they just spoke to a very nasty woman, and she has no idea who they're talking about. "You must have dialed the wrong number, because I'm the only woman here, and I didn't talk to you." That PISSES THEM OFF, and she doesn't understand why they respond with "well we've been staying there for years, but we're never coming back." They think she's protecting me, an afab trans man, and are disgusted by it, but from her perspective they're just crazy people who are complaining about made up bullshit; it doesn't even cross her mind that they're talking about me. Why would it?
My boss is like 70 or 75, and was a Republican until 2016. It's never come up in conversation, but something tells me she wouldn't exactly be a trans ally. I'm in a weird position here, and it's hilarious.
#the customer is always wrong#all customers are bastards#terfs#confused terfs#trans#cis#phone calls#ma'am#miss#sir#southern hospitality#60k 11-28-22
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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.
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Autism and Phone Calls
The Autistic Teacher
#autism#actually autistic#phone calls#I hate making calls#communication#anxiety#auditory processing disorder#neurodivergence#neurodiversity#actually neurodivergent#feel free to share/reblog#The Autistic Teacher (Facebook)
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Sometimes when we are afraid we have to center ourselves. Take deep and slow breathes, remind yourself who you are, and where you are. Feel the world beneath your feet and know you are connected to earth and it will hold you steady. Now go make that phone call you’re avoiding, I see you.
#suggestions#recovery#suggestion blog#social anxiety#pda#positivity#self love#mental health#self care#phone calls#avoidance#task avoidance#executive dysfunction
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“But calling people is scary - what do I even say when I call my representative?”
Welcome. Autistic advice from someone who actually prefers phone calls because I can prepare a script in advance and they’re generally shorter than email chains.
Here’s a good multiuse script:
Source: compiled from the notes and content of this post.
“Good [morning/evening]. I’m calling to leave a comment with my representative strongly opposing [example: the US’s relations with Israel] and I am standing [example: in strong solidarity with Palestine]. I am asking that my representative do the same. [His/Her/Their] action on this issue will impact my voting choices.”
(Bolding for emphasis - it’s important that you contact someone that actually represents you instead of spam calling an office four states away for a politician you didn’t have any say in the election of. It’s also important to mention that this will have an effect on future support eg. voting.)
Okay, so you have a script, but who is going to hear it and will they interrupt or ask you something?
1. You are leaving your message with a staffer. They’re an employee of your representative. They do not deserve to be yelled at or berated, and doing so may get your future calls ignored. Be the deadly calm and doggedly persistent Good Karen.
2. Generally, they will be polite and may ask for your name or place of residence [for example: your zip code]. They may ask you this after your greeting (“Good[morning/evening]”) or after you finish your statement. This is to certify that you’re actually a constituent of your representative. They will not stop taking your calls just because you called more than once (although maybe don’t call repeatedly for an hour straight - that’s spam, not a statistically significant opinion). They have caller ID and can tell it’s the same phone number.
That’s it. This exchange can take less than two minutes. Do it once a week. Once a day. It gets easier. Keep calling. Nothing scares a politician more than numbers, and we know it works.
Keep. Calling.
#ra speaks#palestine#israel#us politics#phone calls#script#take heart and have hope#kosa#kosa bill#<- or any other legislation you feel strongly about. get your friends together and have a call party. it’s fun.#yes those ‘call your reps!’ posts are important but I’m autistic and feel that having a script goes a long way in convincing people#to ACTUALLY sit down and make a phone call. we’re on the ‘phone calls are evil’ webbedsite.
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Me at work today🫠✨️
#me#my pics#life#sharing time#medical office#office life#full time jobs#2024#January#meh#face mask#latina#Friday#aquarius#phone calls
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No Context Crow #94: Crow Gets a Call
Art by Corey Lee Marvin.
#crows#corvids#corvidae#birds#animals#art#drawing#illustration#watercolor painting#watercolor#watercolor art#traditional painting#traditional art#phone#phone call#phone calls#daily crows#crow queue#No Context Crow No. 94
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Heal My Wounds
The Call (Part 5)
Rhea Ripley x Reader
Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship
Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.
You both wake up to an incoming call on your phone. It's an unknown number and since you blocked your ex-boyfriend you're scared he just got a new phone to terrorize you with.
"Don't you wanna answer that" Rhea groans, she didn't like being waken so early after being up almost half of the night.
"N-no I can't" you whisper, arms wrapped around your knees drawn to your chest, whipping back and forth.
"I'm scared Rhea, what if it's him?" tears start to form in your eyes. Demi finally turns around and sits up. "Hey it's okay, calm down" she comforts you, rubbing your back.
"Let's answer it together" Rhea says and presses the green button on your phone. "Hello?" she says.
"Who is this, where's y/n?" a dark male voice replies.
"This is Demi, a friend of hers" A friend. You don't know what it is but her words trigger a feeling in you that you can't exactly describe.
"Can I talk to y/n?" he sounds pretty annoyed.
Rhea looks at you and you frantically shake your head no.
"Sorry you can't, what can I do for you?" Rhea says.
"Why not"
"Uh.. She showering right now" Demi lies.
"Then I'll call back when she's done" The man says angrily and hangs up.
It's silent for a moment before Rhea decides to speak again. "Was that him?" you just nod, tears silently running down your cheeks.
Demi notices and pulls you into a hug. "It's ok darling, I won't let him hurt you again" she says, stroking your arm. Darling. Why does she say that, you're not a couple, you think.
"It's my day off, if you want we can stay in bed and cuddle whilst watching a film or something."
"That would be great" you respond.
Rhea lays down on her back and you snuggle up to her, letting your head rest on her chest. She puts an arm around you drawing patterns all over it.
"What movie would you like to see?"
"Do you know (insert favorite movie)?" you ask. "No I don't but it sounds interesting. Let's see... Ah there it is" she hits play and eventually you both fall back to sleep.
Juuust to wake up to an incoming call again. "Oh shut the fuck up! Really?!" you laugh at how pissed Rhea is. She smacks your shoulder in a playful manner and reaches over to grab your phone again.
"Don't worry, we'll do it together" she says reassuringly and grabs your hand.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's Demi again, what can I do for you?"
"She still showering?" he's clearly annoyed.
"No, she's next to me listening. You're on speaker."
He groans "Then why can't she answer herself?!"
As none of you responds he continues "Listen you little brat, you're either coming back to me right now or tell me where the fuck you are and I'll get you!"
You tense up and Rhea releases your hand to put her arm around you.
"She definitely won't do that considering what you've done to her"
"What I've done to her? She was the one who manipulated and took advantage of me, I just defended myself!" he argued.
"Listen. I don't know everything that happened, at least not yet, but from what I know that wasn't just self defense. You beat her up and raped her multiple times. You're lucky I didn't call the police yet!" Rhea snaps back.
"Whatever. Y/n get the fuck away from this psycho, she's not good for you, and come back to me."
"N-no" you dare to say now that you feel safe and protected by Rhea.
"Oh you're gonna regret this you little brat! Wait till I find out where you are and I'm gonna make the rest of your life a living hell!" she shouts.
Before he could say anything else Rhea ends the call and blocks the number. "What an idiot.." she scoffs putting the phone away again.
"Hey, you did great! I'm proud of you for finally standing up against him." A smile tuggs on your lips as she says so. "Come on, let's get breakfast, I'm hungry" Rhea says and gets up.
You walk into the kitchen and help her make some scrumbeled eggs together with bacon and toast.
You sit down to eat together. While Demi is focused on her food you take a second to look at her. How comes you never noticed how good she looks?
Demi notices you're staring at her and looks up. She smiles at you and you blush and quickly look away, making her laugh.
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Part 5 of my series Heal My Wounds as always, leave your suggestions, wishes and so on in the comments :)
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Presenting one of my favorite Stardew Valley mods that SebbyIsAVampire and I recently made: Immersive Bachelor Phone Calls!
In this mod, bachelors will call you on the vanilla telephone after every heart event to chat and reminisce.
Now, you can finally have a reason to own a telephone in Stardew Valley!
If you'd like to make your relationships a little more personal in the game, then this mod is for you~! ^w^
I hope you enjoy it!
Requirements: SMAPI and Content Patcher
☎️☎️☎️
Download (Google Drive)
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Chinese Translation by Ophelia9972
#stardew valley mods#stardew valley#stardew#mods#my mods#mod#dialogue#phone calls#sebastian#elliott#shane#sam#alex#harvey#telephone#stardew mods#sdv#1.6 mods#1.6 update#sdv 1.6#sdv mods#SMAPI#content patcher#chinese translation
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一∑Voicemail・゜・。
~ Hey! Leave a message ~ *beep*
…
*slow exhale*
I miss you. It’s late and I can’t even begin to undo the mess we— I created.. but I don’t think I can go one more night alone like this. Without you here, without hearing your voice. I thought I didn’t need you. I think that way about everyone.
Until I actually am alone and all too quickly I realize that I cannot do it. I cannot do this. So I take back what I said. I do need you. I want us to try. Even if it’s messy. Even if all the possibilities are infinite and scary. Even if there’s a chance of me making more mistakes than I can calculate. Even if I potentially ruin it all. I’d rather try than never have had an opportunity. Than to have never been with you. So—
Please? Tell me that it’s not too late. Tell me that you still like me, even if it’s only a little. We can work on it, together, just like you said! I’ll do my best, everyday. I’ll try to. Just.. please don’t ignore me any longer. I feel this pain, deep in my chest. It won’t go away. It started after the fight, no during the fight. The symptoms keep persisting and no logical or medical explanation can configure this..this ache. Dr. Feelings says it’s not physical, that it’s emotional pain. Which would explain why there is no logic and also why I’ve never felt such a pain before. I think only a rare few can do this to me. You being one of them. I think the feeling is equivalent to what caving in must feel like. Perhaps a better analogy would be that there is an enormous weight on my upper torso. Making it hard to breathe. Even harder to eat. And every time I think of you it gets worse. Yet I also think that you are the remedy.
Sorry. I’m getting sidetracked. Really I’m hoping that you may be listening in on this, maybe even thinking of answering? *sigh* No matter what, I just had to tell you. My mind is made up. I would like to try. I hope to hear from you…soon
I—
I have more to say!
But I-
I didn’t want to say it like this..
I love you
*beep beep*
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Two Sides to Every Story
Just a little modern AU E/R fluff for a Sunday night.
The Musain
August 18, 2023 10:15am
“God, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hungover,” Bossuet groaned as he pulled open the door to the Musain, automatically taking a step back to let Joly in first.
Joly just laughed. “You say that every weekend,” he pointed out. “Which means there’s probably a lesson in there about hanging out with Grantaire and its long-term effect on our livers.”
Bossuet just grunted an acknowledgement. “Right, so, you get the drinks, and I’ll find Grantaire?” he suggested.
“Perfect.”
It wasn’t like Grantaire was hard to spot by any stretch of the imagination, but there was a greater than passing chance that he hadn’t made it in yet, or had fallen asleep in the back room, or was emptying his stomach in the bathroom.
But worse, to Bossuet’s immediate irritation, Grantaire was awake, seemingly hangover-free, and on the phone. He gave Bossuet a wave when he saw him, but didn’t hang up. “Yeah, no, I totally get it,” he said, his tone making it entirely obvious who he was talking to, which only made Bossuet’s irritation grow. “Takeout’s fine, you know me, I’m flexible.” He winked at Bossuet, who rolled his eyes. “In more ways than one.”
“No, no, don’t mind me, I’ll just sit here listening to you badly propositioning your boyfriend,” Bossuet grumbled, though despite his irritation and raging hangover, he didn’t quite sound as sour as he had intended. Probably because he had been wanting this for Grantaire for, like, ever, and at the end of the day, he was a bit of a softie. “Tell Enjolras I say hi.”
“Bossuet says hi,” Grantaire said dutifully, his smile widening at whatever Enjolras said in response. Then he straightened, his smile fading, just slightly. “Oh, sure. Love you.”
He paused, and Bossuet glanced at him, wondering what Enjolras was saying in response to that. After all, it’s not like the man was renowned for his sentimental side—
“Nuh-uh,” Grantaire said, his grin back in full force. “I love you more.”
Turns out when Bossuet was wrong, he was really wrong.
“No, I love you more.”
Bossuet rolled his eyes again, glancing around to see if Joly was on his way with the drinks to rescue him from having to listen to this.
“No, you hang up first.” Grantaire laughed at whatever Enjolras said. “I love you, talk to you tonight.”
He hung up and grinned that same stupid, dopey grin at Bossuet, who just gave him a withering look. “You two are revolting. You know that, right?”
“And here I thought you believed in true love,” Grantaire said innocently, snickering and dodging Bossuet’s half-hearted attempt to sock him in the arm.
His phone buzzed on the table and he reached for it, but Bossuet beat him to it, picking it up and glancing down at the screen to read the text. “From Enjolras,” he read out loud. “I love you the most.”
He mimed throwing up while Grantaire wrestled his phone back from him, laughing. Joly arched an eyebrow as he carried their drinks over to the table. “Do I even want to know?”
“No,” Bossuet and Grantaire said at the same time.
City Hall
10:15am
“Anyway, this is our third meeting with the Civilian Office of Police Accountability, and needless to say, we’re getting nowhere,” Enjolras said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he glanced down the hallway. “And I know tonight’s supposed to be date night, but I was hoping I could talk you into takeout at my place instead.”
“Yeah, no, I totally get it,” Grantaire said immediately, and Enjolras let out a breath he didn’t even realize he’d been holding. Of course, he’d really had no reason to be worried – this thing with Grantaire was easy in a way that Enjolras had never allowed himself to believe a relationship could be. As easy and as perfect as Enjolras had hoped it would be when he finally let himself admit what seemingly everyone else had already put together on their own. “Takeout’s fine, you know me, I’m flexible.” Enjolras preemptively rolled his eyes, already knowing what was coming by the smirk he heard in Grantaire’s voice. “In more ways than one.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Enjolras said dryly.
Grantaire’s grin sounded particularly self-satisfied when he said, “Bossuet says hi.”
“And Combeferre’s on his way here, so once he arrives, we’ll have ourselves a quorum.” The secretary poked her head out into the hallway and gestured at him, and Enjolras sighed. “Shit, I gotta go. Honestly, I’m tempted to just offer to withdraw the complaint against the department as a whole if it mean they’d actually do fuck all about the officers involved. Anyway, I’ll talk to you later.”
“Oh, sure,” Grantaire said, much more seriously than before. “I love you.”
Enjolras glanced over as the elevator doors dinged and Combeferre got off. “Uh-huh, you as well,” he said, a little distractedly, because Combeferre looked particularly grim, and Enjolras had a feeling he wasn’t going to like where this conversation was headed.
“Nuh-uh, I love you more.”
“Right,” Enjolras said blankly, tempted to ask if Grantaire was having a stroke. “Anyway—”
“No, I love you more.”
Enjolras’s eyes narrowed at Grantaire’s slightly gleeful tone. He might not have the slightest idea what Grantaire was doing, but judging by his tone, Grantaire sure did. “We’ll continue this conversation later—” he started warningly.
“No, you hang up first.”
“—no matter how fascinating this display of justification for homicide may be.”
Grantaire had the nerve to laugh. “I love you. Talk to you tonight.”
Enjolras hung up and forced a grimace masquerading as a smile at Combeferre. “You look like you have good news,” he said.
Combeferre just shook his head. “Dare I ask what that was?” he said mildly.
“Absolutely not,” Enjolras said firmly, typing a quick text to Grantaire: I love you the most. “So what’s going on that makes you look like someone’s died?”
“The mayor picked a new police superintendent,” Combeferre said, and Enjolras paused in the middle of composing his follow-up text.
“Well, that’s…” He trailed off, realization hitting. “Meaning COPA’s going to want to delay this until the superintendent gets approved by the Council and sworn in.”
Combeferre nodded. “Most likely.”
Something I want you to remember when I kill you with my bare hands tonight.
Enjolras clicked send on the second text before looking back at Combeferre. “Then in that case, fuck ‘em.”
Combeferre blinked. “Fuck ‘em?” he repeated, more intrigued than concerned. “Dare I ask what precisely you mean by that?”
“I mean fuck ‘em,” Enjolras said. “They’ve been trying to keep this quiet but if all they want to do is obfuscate and delay, let them. They’re not allowed to speak to the press about ongoing investigations, but we sure as fuck can.”
Combeferre nodded slowly. “You want to threaten to go to the press if they won’t move the investigation along.”
Enjolras’s phone dinged and he glanced down at it automatically. You said you were tempted to withdraw the complaint, the text from Grantaire said. Bet you’re not nearly so tempted now.
Enjolras felt a sharp smile stretch across his face. “Well played,” he murmured, so that Combeferre couldn’t quite hear him. “And no, I don’t want to threaten. I want us to do it. We’ll hold a press conference this afternoon, share everything we have. Should make for a nice little mess for the newly minted superintendent to deal with when he starts.”
The hint of a smile played at the corners of Combeferre’s mouth. “Burn it all to the ground,” he said.
Enjolras just shrugged. “Well, since Courfeyrac couldn’t make this meeting, someone’s gotta do it.”
Combeferre’s smile widened, and he gestured for Enjolras to lead the way. “By all means, don’t let me stop you.”
Enjolras grinned as he glanced down at his phone and another text from Grantaire: You still going to kill me?
Jury’s still out, Enjolras sent back, hesitating before adding, But we’ve landed on a strategy of fuck ‘em and burn it all to the ground, so the odds look in your favor.
You’re welcome, Grantaire sent back, and Enjolras rolled his eyes.
If that’s your way of fishing for gratitude, good luck with that. He paused before adding, I love you.
A moment later, just as the secretary was letting them into the office for their meeting, Grantaire responded: Uh-huh, you as well ;)
Enjolras just rolled his eyes as he slipped his phone into his pocket, though he couldn’t help but smile.
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If you're making a phone call to resolve a problem the best way I have found to get shit to actually be resolved is to use a customer service voice back at then but combine it with supervillain energy
I am polite, I am chipper, I enunciate in a way that's slightly uncanny valley, and imagine I have button that will drop them into a shark tank if they displease me enough
If you bring that energy to the phone call things generally get resolved fairly quickly
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𝓵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍 78 affinity || Phone Call: Bean Bag Chair
Did Xavier just invite me to come over his apartment to ❝netflix and chill❞?
#love and deepspace#xavier#seiya#shen xinghui#shim seonghun#沈星回#セイヤ#심성훈#phone calls#;affinity notes#;not me rambling into the void
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