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09-27-2000, 01:02 AM
Welcome to Work Rants 101.
Our syllabus consists of you (that means you) telling us (that's us) exactly why your job sweetly sucks ass like a cheap whore behind a laundromat on a Saturday night.
For those of you assholes who love your jobs-may you burn in Seven Hells for a thousand eternities-please notice the door labled "EXIT" and go outside and play a nice game of "hide and go fuck yourselves"
For those left with me, allow me to provide and example of what this course values. *ahem*
Someone calls me. Naturally, I answer, as that is my whole reason for existence at my "job".
They promptly give a reference number, so (naturally) I look it up.
I have to share a few things about the tech who originally took this issue:
The customer's problem is that they can't open the control panel in Windows Me.
The last thing they were doing was installing a modem that was not purchased from us. On top of that, the geniuses tried to install it by downloading Windows 2000 drivers from the modem manufacturer's website.
This, (in addition to whatever other bonehead things these idiot end-losers did) of course, royally pooched the system. So who do they call? Us, the fools that manufactured and sold these morons a computer.
So, the tech takes the call. And supports it.
Let me get this straight...
Modem, not supported by us.
Drivers, not supported by us.
User-error, not supported by us.
All ganging up to cause the problem.
SO WHY IN THE NAME OF ZEUS'S BUTTHOLE DID WE SUPPORT THIS CUSTOMER?
I honestly don't know. I had to clean up after this sacless tech, who is costing the company $cashmoney$.
Good for him/her they don't work in the same state, or I would batter them unrecognizable with a sack full of old doorknobs.
Fucker.
Our syllabus consists of you (that means you) telling us (that's us) exactly why your job sweetly sucks ass like a cheap whore behind a laundromat on a Saturday night.
For those of you assholes who love your jobs-may you burn in Seven Hells for a thousand eternities-please notice the door labled "EXIT" and go outside and play a nice game of "hide and go fuck yourselves"
For those left with me, allow me to provide and example of what this course values. *ahem*
Someone calls me. Naturally, I answer, as that is my whole reason for existence at my "job".
They promptly give a reference number, so (naturally) I look it up.
I have to share a few things about the tech who originally took this issue:
The customer's problem is that they can't open the control panel in Windows Me.
The last thing they were doing was installing a modem that was not purchased from us. On top of that, the geniuses tried to install it by downloading Windows 2000 drivers from the modem manufacturer's website.
This, (in addition to whatever other bonehead things these idiot end-losers did) of course, royally pooched the system. So who do they call? Us, the fools that manufactured and sold these morons a computer.
So, the tech takes the call. And supports it.
Let me get this straight...
Modem, not supported by us.
Drivers, not supported by us.
User-error, not supported by us.
All ganging up to cause the problem.
SO WHY IN THE NAME OF ZEUS'S BUTTHOLE DID WE SUPPORT THIS CUSTOMER?
I honestly don't know. I had to clean up after this sacless tech, who is costing the company $cashmoney$.
Good for him/her they don't work in the same state, or I would batter them unrecognizable with a sack full of old doorknobs.
Fucker.