Phone Transcript: Problem Solved With Whistling Inhalers
MEMO FROM CLEVELAND JONES, NEW JERSEY DIV — Leave it up to an intern to solve a major issue, right? Dominic Atrui, a grad student from Princeton, interning with our New Jersey pharmaceutical plant, put in some overtime in the mysterious case of the whistling inhalers. Taking some initiative, the 22-year-old Biochemistry major, called me at three in the morning last night. Or is it last morning, or this morning? No matter. He called me up and I recorded his message so you can see for yourself what transpired. I know it’s a company policy with MooseBusiness to leave no stone unturned and report everything in its entirety, so here you go. Some of it is not at all relevant, but it’s policy, so here it is, the whole conversation:
CJ (me, Cleveland Jones, PhD): Hello?
MJ (Mrs. Jones, next to me in the bed): Cleve, baby, what’s up? Who’s calling at this ungodly hour, baby? Did somebody die? Your mother?
CJ: Hello? Who’s there? I told you I paid my mortgage.
DA (the intern, Dominic, Altrui): Dr. Jones? It’s me, Dominic from the pharm lab. I found the problem.
CJ: Can you call me at a reasonable time, son? It’s about three. I have a golf game in the morning.
MJ: Hang up the phone, baby, Mamma wants a little somethin.
DA: I’m calling about that whistling that was coming from the Inhaler.
CJ: Whistling? What? Hold on a moment. Read more…