B is for Bravo

No prompt today. I have a funny (part) of a conversation from a call yesterday at work. I was asking for a serial number for a product. Just to keep it completely anonymous I am not saying who I work for or what the product is. You never know…

Me: “Can I please have the serial number of your ______, please? It will start with B like Bravo”
Customer: “What?? B like Basil? What do you mean”
Me: “The letter B like Bravo, sir”
Customer: “B like Basil?? What’s that? Basil, what’s that word. I’ve never heard of it before.”
Me: “B sir, B like Bob.”
Customer: “B like what?? Bob, you mean Robert? B like Robert?? Robert doesn’t start with B.”
***a pause while I rack my brain for what to say***
Customer: “B like Boy?”
Me: “Yes sir, B like Boy.”
Customer: “What the fuck… B like Robert, Robert doesn’t start with B, what the hell. Why would you say Robert…”
Me: “No sir, I said Bob, B like Bob, short form of Robert. Bob. The Letter B”
Customer: “I’m not stupid. I know Robert’s the short form of Bob. Robert doesn’t start with B though. I’m not stupid.”
***Well ya, I’m not going there…***
Me: “Okay, can you locate the serial number? It’s on the top of the ______?”
Customer: “Why’d you say Basil for, I mean that word… it’s just odd. Why would you say that”
***sounds like he is almost ready to cry at this point… I know I am…***
Me: “Sorry sir, I was saying Bravo not Basil, Bravo – B R A V O.”
Customer: “What the… I don’t know why you keep saying Basil. I told ya I don’t know…”
***for some reason I felt the need to explain myself. Bad choice.**
Me: “Never mind sir, it’s B like Boy. I was just saying the Phonetic Alphabet for B.”
Customer: “But why’d you say Basil, if it’s B like Boy?”
Me: “I wasn’t saying Basil sir. Either way it’s B, the second letter of the alphabet.”
Customer: “Well why the fuck didn’t you say B?” ***mumbles “Basil” really softly under his breath, sounding very exasperated***
Me: “I’m sorry sir, I did say B”
Customer: “What the hell…”
Me: “Can we move on, sir…” READ MORE

Sink or Swim – Part 2

I obviously can’t go into as much detail about all parts of my stay at KAF (Kandahar Airfield) or it would be a long ass post. But I thought the plane ride was kinda symbolic.

After getting through the gates, we went on a bumpy and slightly smelly bus ride across the base to pick up our PPE (Personal Protective Equipment), which consists of a duffle bag filled with a protective vest (Kevlar possibly, I don’t remember) and helmet, a gas mask and a flash light. This was to be stored under our beds and donned if you are close enough to it when the sirens go off, which happened again while picking up our PPE and trying it on. After 2 minutes face down on the ground with my arms over my head. I head to a concrete bunker and hang out till the all clear siren. READ MORE

Sink or Swim – Part 1

I decided that I did not like the blog prompts much on BlogHer. So I have decided to find my own. I think the idea is to just write every day and I think that’s all that matters.

So today’s prompt comes from The Daily Post @ WordPress.com called Sink or Swim. Tell us about a time when you were left on your own, to fend for yourself in an overwhelming situation — on the job, at home, at school. What was the outcome? READ MORE