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Just to prove to you that I have brains.
Damnit foolish, you got me hooked on reading bash.org at work and making my cubie-mates wonder just what in the ******** is wrong with me. You rat b*****d.
Quotes to follow, ranting to continue after quotes.
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<CoRDWoRK> Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here, and drink whatever the hell comes out!"
<hoLy> Ouch
<hoLy> my friend is giving me a tattoo with a bic pen and a knife right now
<hoLy> hurts so much but he almost finished
<hoLy> Hes finishing up the I in SATIN
<Ruff> ...
<hoLy> Yeah, so it'll say HAIL SATIN
<hoLy> This is gonnna be awesome
<pixistix> I like sending out messages in a bottle.
<pixistix> But I'm creative.
<pixistix> "I have been shipwrecked at sea, while bringing an important message."
<pixistix> "Do not, under any circumstances, allow President Kennedy to go to Dallas"
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Anyways, that said and done, they moved me back to the cisco desk today, so there goes what little cohesive IRC time I had. Now, it's discing me every 5 minutes, and when I can get connected, it's locking up the app. Erg. Time to switch clients, again. Which I would do, if I wasn't taking calls every 5 seconds. Busy as hell, which is not a nice change from averaging 5-7 calls a day.
Once again, rent is due, but money is building quite well.. I may have fundage for AX, my next tatoo, and God of war.. I mean, what's better than gaming bloodshed, kickass tatoo's and wild adventures in multiple forms of abuse? That would very well rock my socks with a multitude of levels of cool. Like a cool onion. Layers, man.. layers.
Gaia has been riddled with errors like so much swiss cheese today, but good things are coming. At least, that's my hope. It could be rains of feces and small leeches with many, many legs.. but I try and have positive thoughts.
Still waiting for some rich old gaian to give me dj's because I'm so irreperably cool, but.. I'm coming up dry. Come on people, you're not working hard enough at making cool s**t happen to me. Let's step it up a notch, or you're all fired.
I love the stupid shits that call me, but this gem was particularly bright yesterday.
Me: "thank you for calling the helpdesk, how may I assist you?"
Caller: "i've been on hold with this other helpdesk for 45 minutes."
Me: "...okay."
Caller: "Do something about it."
Me: "Is it THIS helpdesk?"
Caller: "no, it's a different one."
Me: "And what would you like me to do?"
Caller: "Get them to answer my call."
Me: "It's a completely different desk, staffed by different people, in a different location. There's not much I can do."
Caller: "That's not very good service."
Me: "With your issue, there's no service we can provide."
Caller: "My phone batteries are dying!"
Me: "Then I suggest you charge them up, and call back later, since you just lost your place in line. You may be waiting a while."
Caller: "I can't afford to wait any longer."
Me: "then you shouldn't have disconnected, lost your place in line, then called me and wasted my time, and yours. ******** off."
Okay, I didn't say that, but.. I need my job. It was closer to:
"Sorry sir, nothing I can do."
He was pissed.
It's like if you put your car in a grease monkey for a oil change, then walk down to the dealership and tell the dealership to make the grease monkey work faster. They should be legally entitled to hit you with a car doing no less than 15mph. It's not death-punishable, but.. you're gonna feel it.
 Twistex · Wed Mar 30, 2005 @ 08:06pm · 1 Comments |
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