The other day, I was minding my own business, reviewing a bunch of documents, when the phone rang. Outside number. Didn’t recognize it. But like I moron, I answered it – thought maybe it was this cute chick I met the day before. Anyway, the guy asked for “Mr. Wolf.” Mr. Wolf is a notorious asshole partner. But I’d never met him. Not sure I’ve ever even seen the dude. So I told the anonymous voice on the other end of the phone that he had the wrong number, then transferred the call to Mr. Wolf’s secretary. Easy enough, right? Wrong. A minute later, Wolf called and started yelling at me. Told me I never should have transferred the call. What? Then, ten minutes after that, his secretary told me Wolf needed my help in connection with a “major doc review.” Before I knew it, I was in a conference room at some law firm in South Carolina, reviewing thousands of boring, horribly complicated documents. I was there for ten straight days. All because some guy I didn’t even know dialed the wrong goddamn phone number.
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