Putting the Whore Into Horror

I used to work for an inbound call center, for a property and casualty insurance company, taking calls from agents who needed help with servicing their customers' auto and property (Homeowner's, Tenant, and Condo) insurance policies. We also did some work with Umbrella policies. It was a job I really didn't like, and most of the time the agents were unbearable to deal with, so we were always looking for something to make us laugh and just enjoy the time we were there more.

One afternoon, in June or July of 2018, that is exactly what happened. One of the team leads was walking around the entire floor, chatting with all the employees that were still there. This guy had only just been promoted to his team lead position, and was trying to get to know all the employees, searching out who he wanted to be a part of his team.

We typically had back to back calls, but this was later in the day and calls slowed way down to probably two to three minutes between each. I was working on crocheting a shawl in between calls, and the team lead came over and watched me for a little bit. He asked me all sorts of questions about my family, and what other hobbies I was into. I told him I enjoy spending my evenings sitting on my couch, crocheting or knitting while I am watching horror movies.

The co-worker that sat in the cubicle next to me looked at me with wide eyes, in shock. And as loud as she possibly could she exclaimed "You watch Whore movies?!" She, of course, made this exclamation as I was getting a call. I tried, very unsuccessfully I might add, to state my greeting with a straight face. But I was dying inside. You know, as loud as she was when she said it, that the agent on the other end heard her. The agent didn't say anything but it is still extremely embarrassing to know there is an insurance agent out there who thinks I enjoy spending my evenings watching porn.

When I finished the call, which luckily didn't last too long, I burst out laughing, and corrected my co-worker and dear friend immediately. I even made it a point of mentioning a few movie titles. “You know, like Halloween?” At this point, she is just as embarrassed about hearing me wrong as I was for having an agent think I enjoy porn. The team lead, just shaking his head, went to another section of the floor, and neither of us ended up on his team after that. And all the other co-workers around, who heard the conversation were all saying “uh huh” and “sure” like they didn't believe she heard me wrong.

The end of this work day was definitely anything but dull. When I got home that night, I posted about the incident on Facebook. Of course, which memory does Facebook decide to show me every year when we get to the anniversary? And of course I have to tag her in the memory every time it comes up, so I don't have to deal with the embarrassment alone.

As I was leaving the job, a little more than a year later, the same team lead was the one who took my employee and parking badge. As he was walking me to the parking garage, so I would be able to get out, he reminded me of that say. Facebook was not the only thing that was not going to let me live that day down.

You know that show”Kid's Say The Darnest Things”? Well for me it is “my friends say the darnest things”.