I was running a bit late for work (not really wanting to go in!) and how I wished I had stayed at home. I got a few bits done first thing, then I got a call that a client was on the line for me to take the claim details of.
I wish I hadn't been at the phone at that moment. I had to speak to a 73 year old man who was clearly very lonely. He was also filthy. He started off talking about the war, which is fine. He then said that he'd like a lady to cuddle and would I like to come and cuddle him?
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I got off the phone to this chap and T was laughing at me because I was blushing so much. I think I managed quite well with keeping a professional stance during the call but it made me feel icky.
I complained to A that it was uncomfortable and I didn't enjoy speaking with this client. He laughed and said that the girls that made the initial calls to the client all laugh about the Teddybear. Yeah. So they actually could have warned me but they didn't. A kept making jokes about it all day. I don't think he realised that I actually found it disturbing and creepy. To the extent that I don't actually want to speak with clients ever again.
It was a long day in the office. Not fun at all. Things all went downhill after the conversation with the icky guy. I couldn't wait to come home!
We didn't really do much this evening. I sorted some washing and Paul made dinner of turkey burgers. Handmade, of course!
We then watched some more Stargate and came to bed. Naturally, I fell asleep through the last episode we were watching. Whoops.
I came upstairs and Paul had piled all our old cushions and pillows in the corner. Which made a bed fit for a Princess, apparently!