I love the smell of coffee in the morning. It smells like - wakefulness. With apologies to Francis Ford Coppola and Robert Duvall LOL.
Anyways, that wasn't what I was thinking when I put the title of the post together - at work yesterday I got a call from a quite famous person from one of the football codes in Queensland here, needing one of the company's products. I was doing my usual blather until I needed to check the account, I saw his name there, and then suddenly got all tongue tied and star struck.
Wasn't sure whether to call him Mr Footballer or [insert first name here] for starters. Doing the usual 'we're not worthy, we're not worthy' routine. I actually had to transfer him through to another section of the company, and he said OK as long as you tell them what's going on - which I usually do anyways, but I was quite effusive in my reassurances that the next person would get the full story. Probably a good thing I didn't do it, I may have 'forgotten' to charge him for what needed to be done, because I wouldn't want to broke the difficult subject of costs with him LOL.
Haven't really brushed with celebrity much in the past, and a phone call isn't the best situation to ask for an autograph anyways. I think I walked past Billy Connolly in Brisbane one time, and saw the short guy from Jackass and entourage in one of the provincial Canadian airports, and of course with my time in the public service back home various New Zealand politicians, but in person I try to brush it off as they are only human as well. For some reason a phone contact is different LOL.
Of course, when I talk to interstate people or non-footy people, such as my mother, they said who? Philistines LOL.
It was a positive to a work week which had far too many negatives - but the boss still loves me so I still have a fair few brownie points to burn, if needs be...
More soon
Pauly
Anyways, that wasn't what I was thinking when I put the title of the post together - at work yesterday I got a call from a quite famous person from one of the football codes in Queensland here, needing one of the company's products. I was doing my usual blather until I needed to check the account, I saw his name there, and then suddenly got all tongue tied and star struck.
Wasn't sure whether to call him Mr Footballer or [insert first name here] for starters. Doing the usual 'we're not worthy, we're not worthy' routine. I actually had to transfer him through to another section of the company, and he said OK as long as you tell them what's going on - which I usually do anyways, but I was quite effusive in my reassurances that the next person would get the full story. Probably a good thing I didn't do it, I may have 'forgotten' to charge him for what needed to be done, because I wouldn't want to broke the difficult subject of costs with him LOL.
Haven't really brushed with celebrity much in the past, and a phone call isn't the best situation to ask for an autograph anyways. I think I walked past Billy Connolly in Brisbane one time, and saw the short guy from Jackass and entourage in one of the provincial Canadian airports, and of course with my time in the public service back home various New Zealand politicians, but in person I try to brush it off as they are only human as well. For some reason a phone contact is different LOL.
Of course, when I talk to interstate people or non-footy people, such as my mother, they said who? Philistines LOL.
It was a positive to a work week which had far too many negatives - but the boss still loves me so I still have a fair few brownie points to burn, if needs be...
More soon
Pauly
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