Moments from today:
Feb. 11th, 2006 06:26 pm"My babysitter's running low. ...Late."
Strawberry blonde! Now made with real strawberries!
The guy who called up, called us fucking sons of bitches, et cetera, and then called us from a cellphone and whistled at us. Rev. Not-So-Nice Super eventually answered the phone on him. (He's infamous for answering the phone. We don't let him do it often.)
Someone insane called up wanting to know if we had an internet connection. Rev. Not-So-Nice Super said yes. The someone wanted to know how fast it was. Rev. Not-So-Nice-Super wasn't able to answer the question, and "put them on hold" ... complete with humming and bopping some "hold music" through his fist into the microphone. By the time he was about to "transfer" to Comic Pirate Super, who was going to take the call, the dude had hung up.
"My computer locked up!"
"What did you do to the computer this time?"
"IT'S THE COMPUTER'S FAULT! IT CAN'T EVEN SPELL!"
"What part of 'find a booth in Area 2' did you not understand?"
"I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO READ ALL THAT SPAM!!"
"Job-related paperwork being put on your desk is not spam."
"I DIDN'T ASK TO GET IT! IT'S SPAM!!!!"
(in short? Must. Control. Fist. Of. Death.)
Calling Darkside after work never looked like such a good option. A minute and a half with him at the end of lunch break. So good.
Strawberry blonde! Now made with real strawberries!
The guy who called up, called us fucking sons of bitches, et cetera, and then called us from a cellphone and whistled at us. Rev. Not-So-Nice Super eventually answered the phone on him. (He's infamous for answering the phone. We don't let him do it often.)
Someone insane called up wanting to know if we had an internet connection. Rev. Not-So-Nice Super said yes. The someone wanted to know how fast it was. Rev. Not-So-Nice-Super wasn't able to answer the question, and "put them on hold" ... complete with humming and bopping some "hold music" through his fist into the microphone. By the time he was about to "transfer" to Comic Pirate Super, who was going to take the call, the dude had hung up.
"My computer locked up!"
"What did you do to the computer this time?"
"IT'S THE COMPUTER'S FAULT! IT CAN'T EVEN SPELL!"
"What part of 'find a booth in Area 2' did you not understand?"
"I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO READ ALL THAT SPAM!!"
"Job-related paperwork being put on your desk is not spam."
"I DIDN'T ASK TO GET IT! IT'S SPAM!!!!"
(in short? Must. Control. Fist. Of. Death.)
Calling Darkside after work never looked like such a good option. A minute and a half with him at the end of lunch break. So good.
"I'm having a mad bath day, aren't I." -- me, upon realizing that 23+2 = 25, instead of 24.
Teaching Pink Shirt Guy a few things about computers, specifically, spreadsheets. He strikes me as sarcastic and cynical enough to have made a good BOfH had he gone into the correct field.
Dismissing phone goons for break takes a lot of boring repetition in hollering things. To wit: "If you're not on the phone, go ahead, go on break; if you're not on the phone, go ahead, go on break; if you're not on the phone, go ahead, go on break; if you're not on the phone, go ahead, hit the computer; if you're not on the phone, go ahead, go on break..."
One booth is out because the left-side control key isn't working. This is an insurmountable obstacle for the less tech-savvy. One booth is out because the CRT is going bad, and no longer displays yellow. Our survey telnet is white text on blue background. This means it's now pink text on a blue background, which is very good for gender awareness, but also very difficult to read, and an insult to the tender masculinity of no few phone goons.
Resp: "I don't believe in surveys."
Phone goon: "I assure you, they're very real, sir. ... Are you real?"
It, for the love of God, is hassle, not hastle. I assure you. Also, see Bob the Angry Flower on the subject of apostrophes. Trust me, the little NET SEND in the direction of your booth on the topic was a veritable love note.
Teaching Pink Shirt Guy a few things about computers, specifically, spreadsheets. He strikes me as sarcastic and cynical enough to have made a good BOfH had he gone into the correct field.
Dismissing phone goons for break takes a lot of boring repetition in hollering things. To wit: "If you're not on the phone, go ahead, go on break; if you're not on the phone, go ahead, go on break; if you're not on the phone, go ahead, go on break; if you're not on the phone, go ahead, hit the computer; if you're not on the phone, go ahead, go on break..."
One booth is out because the left-side control key isn't working. This is an insurmountable obstacle for the less tech-savvy. One booth is out because the CRT is going bad, and no longer displays yellow. Our survey telnet is white text on blue background. This means it's now pink text on a blue background, which is very good for gender awareness, but also very difficult to read, and an insult to the tender masculinity of no few phone goons.
Resp: "I don't believe in surveys."
Phone goon: "I assure you, they're very real, sir. ... Are you real?"
It, for the love of God, is hassle, not hastle. I assure you. Also, see Bob the Angry Flower on the subject of apostrophes. Trust me, the little NET SEND in the direction of your booth on the topic was a veritable love note.
Wokr! Like slpee!
Aug. 12th, 2005 02:43 pm"You had no reason to be mad at me!"
"Yes I did: you were rubbing tostadas in my face."
Also, the convention of supervisors was trying to find out who wrote the "Stressy College Chick Sucks" on the whiteboard. It's a mystery so far. It was really interesting hearing the deductive skillz at work, though.
"Yes I did: you were rubbing tostadas in my face."
Also, the convention of supervisors was trying to find out who wrote the "Stressy College Chick Sucks" on the whiteboard. It's a mystery so far. It was really interesting hearing the deductive skillz at work, though.
The other supervisors have discovered the fact that I know about chickens. Highlights included Cute Poser-Geek Super making bad jokes about "cock", and the eating thereof, and demonstrating his utter ignorance of what animals one can and can't eat. (One can eat male cattle. One can eat male chickens. One should avoid eating an animal that has just up and died, lest it have something nasty.)
Silliness followed, resulting in a foot-in-mouth moment for Stressy College Chick: there was the obligatory Workplace Casting Thread, which moved from Powder to Curious George, and cast Stressy College Chick as The Man in the Yellow Hat. Stressy College Chick admitted that she in fact really could go for a banana just now.
Rev. Nice Super: "I have a banana for you: in my pants!"
Stressy College Chick: "I was looking for a banana that's more yellow."
All: *fall on floor laughing* *gasp things to the effect of that being DREADFUL*
Figment went home, at my insistence, following him not being able to string together a coherent sentence.
"If I find something in the shower, I might say 'dookey', but otherwise, I enjoy being adult enough to say 'shit'." -- Rev. Nice Super
There was some rousing discussion about how Rev. Nice Super and Cute Poser-Geek Super are really an OTP. Rev. Nice Super attempted to establish that Cute Poser-Geek Super and I are perfect for each other. I am not a goth, despite the clothing. (Gilly the Perky-Goth?)
Work is fun.
Silliness followed, resulting in a foot-in-mouth moment for Stressy College Chick: there was the obligatory Workplace Casting Thread, which moved from Powder to Curious George, and cast Stressy College Chick as The Man in the Yellow Hat. Stressy College Chick admitted that she in fact really could go for a banana just now.
Rev. Nice Super: "I have a banana for you: in my pants!"
Stressy College Chick: "I was looking for a banana that's more yellow."
All: *fall on floor laughing* *gasp things to the effect of that being DREADFUL*
Figment went home, at my insistence, following him not being able to string together a coherent sentence.
"If I find something in the shower, I might say 'dookey', but otherwise, I enjoy being adult enough to say 'shit'." -- Rev. Nice Super
There was some rousing discussion about how Rev. Nice Super and Cute Poser-Geek Super are really an OTP. Rev. Nice Super attempted to establish that Cute Poser-Geek Super and I are perfect for each other. I am not a goth, despite the clothing. (Gilly the Perky-Goth?)
Work is fun.
Work Notes
Aug. 5th, 2005 08:58 pm"And how are you doing today, Lady Macbeth?"
"They were doing shots. Of absinthe. Death by stupidity."
"I don't drink, and I know what absinthe is."
Cute Poser-Geek Super: "Next time we have a party you can come. You're already invited."
Cute 19-year-old phone goon: "Great!"
CPGS: "... It's in my pants."
Fortunately for the Nerf-bat, the other supervisors did the LARTing for me.
Rev. Nice Super is claiming that squirrels have a special connection to Satan, and that I can confirm this through my own special connection with Satan. He was goofing around with The Pugilist (the phone goon who almost got in a fight with the Master of Misinformation) and this came up in conversation.
Evidently I smile too much to be affiliated with Satan. Rev. Nice Super claims this is deceptive. I can confirm the squirrel/Satan connection, at least. (I know this thing through my special connection with Alaska.)
"Azure. Can I make you happy with some paperclips?"
"Yes, but you can make that thing [the paperclip jar] even happier."
"You can make it happy." *hands over great whopping handful of paperclips*
"I think I'll make my desk drawer happy."
"They were doing shots. Of absinthe. Death by stupidity."
"I don't drink, and I know what absinthe is."
Cute Poser-Geek Super: "Next time we have a party you can come. You're already invited."
Cute 19-year-old phone goon: "Great!"
CPGS: "... It's in my pants."
Fortunately for the Nerf-bat, the other supervisors did the LARTing for me.
Rev. Nice Super is claiming that squirrels have a special connection to Satan, and that I can confirm this through my own special connection with Satan. He was goofing around with The Pugilist (the phone goon who almost got in a fight with the Master of Misinformation) and this came up in conversation.
Evidently I smile too much to be affiliated with Satan. Rev. Nice Super claims this is deceptive. I can confirm the squirrel/Satan connection, at least. (I know this thing through my special connection with Alaska.)
"Azure. Can I make you happy with some paperclips?"
"Yes, but you can make that thing [the paperclip jar] even happier."
"You can make it happy." *hands over great whopping handful of paperclips*
"I think I'll make my desk drawer happy."
Paperwork Reproduction
Jun. 25th, 2005 02:44 pmWe've been dealing with far too many minus reports,
the ones that need supervisor attention for phone goon
improvement.
Stressy College Chick: "Fucking minuses."
Me: "They do that? They copulate and reproduce?"
Stressy College Chick: *snicker*
Me: "Wait: that's why we have so many of them!"
Stressy College Chick: *pounds desk* "We need to spay
and neuter our minuses!"
the ones that need supervisor attention for phone goon
improvement.
Stressy College Chick: "Fucking minuses."
Me: "They do that? They copulate and reproduce?"
Stressy College Chick: *snicker*
Me: "Wait: that's why we have so many of them!"
Stressy College Chick: *pounds desk* "We need to spay
and neuter our minuses!"