Six people calling the office in a five minute period, so you have to put them all on hold, and the one guy gets really irritated because you put him on hold four times before the appointment can be made.
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah