A call came in on one of the dead lines; I don’t even know why this number was still on the phone.
When I answered, I immediately knew the voice, she didn’t have to announce herself.
She was, is, and will always be, a hot mess.
She was stranded at an airport across country because she missed her flight and wanted us to re-book her.
The problem? She wasn’t even on our label, not even a sister label.
I had no idea what to do because it was so surreal answering the phone and hearing that voice.
I kind of panicked and put her on speaker.
My floor gathered around to hear her rambling, which was, for her, somewhat coherent.
Eventually, word spread and basically the entire office was gathered around the phone listening to her plight.
We finally found someone at her own label to take over the call.
Again, we don’t know how she got that number, why she couldn’t just get on another flight herself, etc.
I don’t know why I was so shook, but I was kind of scared.
Maybe for good reason…