Is That You Jonesey?
Hooray! Another poorly-constructed rant brought to you by insomnia!
The Herald Sun are running some article about an old scrag telling people what they should be doing:
Say goodbye to the rude phone bogans says Australian etiquette queen June Dally-Watkins
OFFICE workers have “appalling” phone manners, and their sloppy skills could destroy your business, says Australia’s etiquette queen.
June Dally-Watkins said the way people answered the phone today was shocking, often with just a “yeah”, “what” or “speak to me”.
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She said a formal “good morning” or “good afternoon” followed by your name was the only acceptable way to answer the phone.
She said the informal, rude and abhorrent way young people answered the phone could do severe damage to any business.
“If you are sincere about running a worthwhile business, the very first thing you do is employ someone on the front desk who not only looks attractive but who answers the phone in the correct and caring way,” she said.
Ms Dally-Watkins, who has been teaching personal deportment for almost 60 years, said a simple “hello” or using first names in business was not acceptable.
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“They have no right to refer to people by their first name, ever. There is a lack of respect to other people on the other end of the phone. Those values of the past are ones that must be maintained.”
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First up, I’d like to ask just who the fuck is this June Dally-Watkins slut and why does she seem to think she has any business dictating how people conduct phone conversations?
Now let’s take a look at what this old bitch has to say.
I don’t think I’ve called any business recently and had any unprofessional greeting uttered at the start of the conversation, no matter how varied it was on this Dally-Watkins’ only acceptable use. As it happens, as long as I don’t get some bored-as-fuck clueless drongo on the other end, I couldn’t give a metric rats cunt how I was greeted or how the conversation was conducted. In fact I think I would prefer a more casual conversation. Makes everyone more relaxed.
Protip: Being really super friendly and casual makes it harder for someone to say no to your unreasonable requests. Particularly useful when dealing with a telco.
She goes on to say that it’s important to have someone attractive sitting at the front desk of any business. While I may partly agree with her on this (I mean, really, who wants an ugly fat chick in reception?) does the appearance of someone really have any impact on their ability to do a job? Fuck no. If you take a look at her website, it’s pretty obvious that June herself isn’t the most attractive of ladies out there, so she’s well advised to shut her cakehole on that one.
This bitch also says that people have “no right” to refer to anyone by their first name only. What the fuck planet is she fucking from? This is 2009 – times have well and truly changed. I can’t speak for others but I know that I fucking abhor being referred to as “Sir” or “Mr Blume” while on the phone with someone or dealing with them in person. The only exception to this rule is when I’m yelling at someone because of a fuckup.
I’m going to finish this off with this: Bitch, fuck off and die. The shit you’re spouting may have been relevant 60 years ago, but means absolutely fuck all now.









Just like to say that I agree with everything that I’ve written in this post, and June Dally-Watkins is a senile old bitch.
Very etiket!
Excellent rant sir.
Everyone who hasn’t got a copy or hasn’t read it should track down a book called “Aussie Etiket” by John O’Grady. It’s like $10 on ebay and piss funny.
The reason it is piss funny is cos it wasn’t written by an uppity cunt like June Dally-Watkins.
Seconded. I always liked the bit about the bloke trying to christen his neighbour’s kid “Standard Mix”.
The companion volume, Aussie English, is also a cracker, particularly the page-and-then-some definition of Bastard.
I think she’s just trying to drum up some business, and you fell into her trap.
Now look what you’ve done.
I disagree. My money is on the more likely scenario that the Herald Sun had nothing better to run with.
She’s fighting for relevance. Fuck off back to the 1950’s with you
I just took a look at the Herald Sun website now, and the three top stories are about some fires, some cop
and security issues and something about some brats who had some kind of surgery.
With all that Dally-Watkins us concerned about phone manners?
Shows that she has no idea how the real world works.
Dear Mr B,
Could you please indulge your readers, by participating forthwith in the relieving of a donkey, through means of a jolly good sucking.
Yours thankfully,
Ms E.
Ms Edwards,
Please be advised that I have, at your request, hastily returned my RSVP to your generous invitation.
Mr Blume.
I read that article this morning. The main HS page had it advertised on a big image as “Pone Bogans”. Spell check, anyone?
You know, I saw that and forgot to get a screen image. Cunts.
I hate her because she rejected Gregory Peck’s advances a few decades ago.
Must be a lesbian.
BTW, Mr Blume, you’re a cranky bastard. Have a nice day, sir.
Why would anyone want dried up old granny cunt?
Mr Blume, you appear to be a reasonably intelligent person. Please read my comment again and take note of “a few decades ago” — meaning she was young then. Or younger.
But no prettier and still an uppity cunt.
Thank you, sir, for letting me comment on this blog of yours. It is a lovely blog with lovely people.
She needs to watch the Penn & Teller Bullshit episode on Manners.