How many bloody stupid* people are there?
No, really?
I work in a call centre in Chelmsford: one that handles emergency calls for social landlord.
Repairs, usually. If you’re in social housing, and something breaks down, your landlord’s the one to repair it: and we handle the out of hours calls.
We send out engineers when you boiler starts leaking, or something goes wrong with the wiring.
I had one call, last night: JUST towards the end of my shift.
That was a decided unemergency.
The woman who phoned in?
Her emergency was the flooring in the kitchen.
It had air bubbles.
And was making the oven wobble.
I hate sounding rude, patronising or uncaring … but a wobbling oven … ?
Dear gods!
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