I realized today that it's probably for the best that training is 16 weeks, if only because that will probably give me enough time in the training room to make all the jokes for which the job offers a regular opportunity. That way I won't be tempted to drop one-liners on the actual callers.
Caller: How would I be covered for a routine mammogram?
Me: Well... I guess I would imagine there's some kind of curtain.
Unprofessional.
Our regular trainer is back today, and he doesn't seem to have the appreciation of my (or anyone else's) sense of humor that his understudy did. Northside is not fazed by the change.
Trainer (looking at an example policy with the name "Vander Schaffe"): Okay, not let's look at Ms. Van-- Vander...
Class: Schaffe.
Northside: Shut yo' mouth.
Me: Just talkin' bout Schaffe.
(high fives ensue)
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