Let me tell you about something that just cracks my nut. Put yourself in this situation, if you will.
Somebody (who we just cannot name) asks you to place a call for them, just to deliver one weeny little simple message. By now we've gotten used to the fact that Somebody does not say "please" even though they are asking for a huge favor rather than something actually in your job description (or even in your job vicinity when it comes right down to it). That's fine. That's okay. Somebody was raised in a sty (granted, a very luxurious sty) and never acquired those basic manners. And even though Somebody clearly has not broken his/her arm nor is Somebody suffering any hearing lapse (since s/he keeps asking me what it is I'm mumble under my breath) you agree to place that innocuous call.
Next time, just go right ahead and start beating your precious little heads against the wall and save us all some time and effort.
Anyway, we've not yet learned what a mistake little "favors" can be (or rather, we've learned yet cannot avoid them since Somebody assumes they have a Divine Right to our favors) and we place that call despite our better jugdgment. Now begins the fun, so hang on kids! Because this is no simple phone call. No, it's office warfare and YOU just gabbed a landmine by the short ones.
In retrospect, it's the micromanagement of the phone call "favor" that really nibbles where it hurts. Because that Somebody who asked you to make the phone call is, for whatever inane reason, still standing right there behind you watching you dial the number and watching you listen to the ring, so it saves NOone any time, effort or anything. Now YOU are stressed because Someone is trying unsuccessfully to furrow a carefully botoxed brow and, even though all you've done so far is punch 11 little numbers on the phone, you have the feeling you've committed some hideous mortal sin.
Somebody positions him/herself like a devil on your shoulder, shoving in to listen to both sides of the conversation, correcting you in stage whispers if you slightly alter the exact message s/he asked you to deliver to that Fuzzy Voice on the other end of the line. Then, upon hearing the crackle of that Fuzzy Voice (a confused voice really with not the slightest clue what on earth the obtuse message you just delivered from Somebody actually meant) sprinkling through the receiver from the other end (that wonderful other end! a place that, while you aren't sure if it's Sioux Falls or San Antonio, it doesn't matter because it's far from Somebody and you desperately wish you could be there right this minute) Somebody tries to re-configure his/her nonsensical message and have you prattle it off once again. Of course, it's not a smidgen more coherent this go around. And by this time, that Fuzzy Voice on the other end is feeling queasey and not quite far enough away anymore and defensively begins asking her own valid questions of you as well (beginning on why didn't Somebody pick up the phone and call him\herself), questions which unfortunately have nothing whatsoever to do with the original message nor the revamped one that followed.
But you dutifully try to appease Fuzzy Voice by covertly passing along these ridiculous questions to Somebody via selective utilization of the "mute" button, but with Somebody still chattering away like a finch on speed, NOone understands a word. It's a regular 3-ring telephone circus and guess who's standing behind the elephant?
Finally, after long, noisy minutes of irrelevant prattling, after what Somebody really MEANT to say (but didn't) in that initial convoluted message finally squeaks through somehow and you've finished the creepy part of the conversation once and for all and try to move on to resolve completely different unfinished business with the now distraught and probably sweaty Fuzzy Voice on the other end of the phone, Somebody gets it into his/her troublesome head to initiate yet another nonsensical conversation, though YOU, with the Sweaty Fuzzy Voice, preempting the very relevant conversation YOU have just begun. Follow me here?
There comes a point, no matter WHO that Somebody is and how much power s/he whelds, when you just have to crack the nut and say no no NO. That's why god created the "hold" and "transfer" buttons, right? And you take a deep breath and say, "Sweaty Fuzzy Voice, hang on one moment while I transfer you to Somebody. Have a GREAT day!"
Of course, then you have to deal with the Sweaty Fuzzy Voiced squealing and hollering that emanates frantically from the the other end of the line because NOone (certainly not poor Sweaty Fuzzy Voice any more than you) really wishes to speak with Somebody directly. And Somebody, after shooting death dart glances at you and your almost melted iced latte, shuffles reluctantly back to the big corner office (to actually do their job) only after that poignant flip of the carefully waxed upper lip that promises you that, oh yes, you'll pay for this later.
In addition, you've further fractionated your world by alienating that poor Sweaty Fuzzy slob who, like you, was just trying to slip by quietly in St. Louis or Fairbanks, unnoticed by those Somebodies in the world.