I used to work at Yelp HQ in SF. We would have music blasting over the speakers all day every day - for those that couldn't multi task, it was probably a nightmare.
One Friday, it was a friends birthday so we decided to hit the best $5 fried chicken buffet in San Francisco - upvote if know what im talking about.
Came back to the office feeling nice a warmed up, and started to crush the phones. Being at Yelp, you know that each prospect in SFDC has probably been called at least 1,000 times. I kept chasing this couple who ran a gardening and home improvement business. Was on my last call of the sequence, and the stars aligned.
The call went through to voicemail - and I was too busy listening to Allstar by Smash Mouth - which I would play on repeat on the speakers until someone said something.
So the voicemail begins, and I'm belting "well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
fed to the rules and I hit the ground running, didn't make sense not to live for fun"
Ten minutes pass and this nice woman called me back and says, "hey, that was pretty good. Also, that is my husbands favorite song"
So I hung up on her because Allstar by Smash Mouth should be no ones favorite song
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