Voicemail
I didn't ask for it. In fact, I was asked about it and I said I preferred to not have it. Just take a message. Scribble me a note. But someone forced it upon me. Voicemail at work, with the new phone system.
I don't know how to run it. The gorram phone told me my password had expired and won't let me into the system. So people are being sent to my voicemail box and are leaving stuff there and I can't get to it.
I hope it fills up quickly and breaks.
I didn't ask for it. In fact, I was asked about it and I said I preferred to not have it. Just take a message. Scribble me a note. But someone forced it upon me. Voicemail at work, with the new phone system.
I don't know how to run it. The gorram phone told me my password had expired and won't let me into the system. So people are being sent to my voicemail box and are leaving stuff there and I can't get to it.
I hope it fills up quickly and breaks.
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