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My job can be really depressing.

Case in point 1:

I talked to one customer today, a very effeminate gentleman, I might add--who was calling regarding his phone and his wife's phone. Though I don't mean to stereotype, the first thought that popped into my head is this: Who are you fooling? C'mon, admit that you're gay.

Case in point 2:

Me: Is there anything else I can help you with today?

Customer: I just want to know if you've been saved.

Me: I don't discuss religion at work.

Customer: For my own benefit, I just want to know if you've been saved.

Me: I don't discuss religion at work. I really don't.

Customer: Are you saying that you're a sinner?

Me: Thank you for calling __________ __________. Have a good day now. *click*