Phone Calls from Hell.
"Hi, This is Jacqui Doyle speaking"

"Oh, Jacqui, this is Trevor from the D*mumblemumble*O calling, regarding your request for information"

cannot hear over stereo in the background
"Oh Great!" *thinking... who? what? information what?*

"Would I be able to grab your birth date?"

Stalker? "Sure! 29th November 1979"

"And do you have a postal address?"

..the fuck?" Uhr... when are going to post something?"

"Sorry?"

Who the fuck is this?
"Well, I'm planning on going home for the holidays, and don't want to miss your mail!"

"Oh... right, well, in the next comple of days?"

Dickhead Doyle, you aren't going home for another 7 weeks. DICKHEAD
"Yup, 40 Clementine Street, Back of Burke"

"And what course are you doing at the moment?"

hold on... this isn't....?
"Computer Systems Engineering and Information Technology"

"And you're planning on graduating this year?"

This is the DSTO Graduate Employment Liaison. OH FUCK.
"Ohhh yeah!"
too much enthusiasm, Doyle, back it up.

"You're an Australian Citizen, born in Australia?"

"Sure Am!"
Can you sound any more like a Girl Guide, you fuckwit
Praying to the gods that the spiteful stereo doesn't start playing Britney Spears, or N-Sync

"Right, well, I'll get this information in the post for you!"

"Great! That sounds Awesome!"
Again, do you have to sound like a vapid cheerleader?

"Ok, bye"

"Thanks again! Bye"
Give yourself an uppercut.....

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Ok, so I'm pretty sure I wont be working for them next year.
J.