Mr. Highbloodpressure Sales Guy here at my work has mananged to screw up an excel spreadsheet SO badly that I can’t even figure out WTF he did. He did things I didnt even know were possible. This spread sheet was really important so I had made a copy of it and put it in a secret “safe place” when I initially created it. So I told Mr. Highbloodpressure Sales Guy that he ruined it and its IRREPLACEABLE. He denies ruining it. I’m not going to tell him I have a copy until he admits to what he’s done. Bad Mr. Highbloodpressure Sales Guy. NO SOUP FOR YOU.
Your username would be appropriate at this point.
KATESMACK!
I thought you were supposed to withhold dessert, not soup.
You should have seen some of the Einsteins who wanted to buy “one of them kom-pyooters” back when I worked for an electronics/appliance chain back in '95. My God, the horror. It’s amazing some of those people had enough brain power to generate the signals to tell their legs to move, let alone want to drop a couple thousand on a machine that they know damn well they’ll never figure out.
Oh, but see, they will figure it out, because to them, Mr. Kom-pyooter Salesman (me) = Free Lifetime Technical Fucking Support. They thought it perfectly reasonable to call me at the store and expect me to fix their problems for them. Excuse me? Call the manufacturer’s outsourced-to-India tech support and LEAVE ME ALONE.
Nah, he’s mr. HighBloodPressure Salesguy. He needs soup. Dessert would be full of fat & that’s not good for him.
Give him dessert; say, a pie in the face…
Is this something that could come back and bite you on the ass?
Fr’instance – you tell Mr. HBPSG the spreadsheet cannot be replaced. He denies it, denies it, and then finally owns up to effing it up in the first place. Suddenly, the Excel fairies magically appear and produce a backup copy. Any chance that Mr. HBPSG would take this above your head? A boss might not appreciate you taking it upon yourself to teach Mr. HBPSG this particular lesson.
Just sayin’ is all…
This would not happen. Bossman is in love with me.
Careful how ya phrase that…this guy might wind up showing up with flowers.
WOOF! He could show up at my house with or without flowers. ROWR
Regret to inform you that that guy is dead.
Awww… And I was all set to play scissors-paper-rock with **swampbear ** to see which of us would get him first.
Now you know why so many companies outsource their tech support to India.
See, that’s the problem. All the good ones are either taken or corpses these days.