"No," you say.
"Oh," is the only reply from the voice on your voicemail. The next sound you hear is the feminine automated voice which guides you through your cellular adventure.
"End of message. Next message:"
You recognize the next person's angry tone almost immediately. "You're two hours late and nobody has heard from you. If you're in the hospital or dead, just come in when you're better and we can discuss not calling in when you get here. Otherwise, you're fired. Thanks."
None of that sounds right, but you glance at the clock, and somehow it's almost noon. It sounds like you might need to polish your resume.
"End of message. Next message:"
The same voice again. "Hey, I wanted to remind you that, since you don't have a job, you're going to have a hard time affording food or a place to live. It's going to be a cold winter, and you don't exactly have a lot of other great prospects. Bye!"
Thanks, boss.
"End of message. Next message:"
Guess who: "Also, you're a lazy git, so even if you find a job, you won't be able to keep it more than a couple weeks. Good luck."
"End of message. Next message:"
How long can this go on? Did he really just leave an infinite number of messages there to berate you? You're a little flattered that the person who had never acknowledged you is suddenly putting in so much effort on your part. Still, this isn't exactly an ego boost...