|Laying down the law...
||[Jan. 19th, 2005|06:25 pm]
|||||They're Coming to Take Me Away...||]|
Conversation between me, boss and co-worker...
Me: Hey, R****
Boss: Mm hmm?
Me: I have reached my quota. I will no longer be taking calls tonight from the elderly, illiterate or the belligerant drunks. They may resume coming into my station tomorrow. But I'm at my quota tonight.
Boss: But, that's where all the fun is...
Me: No, really. Not....one.....more....
Co-Worker: (Who's just returned from a smoke after a particularly long call with an elderly (and possibly drunk) gentleman) "What's up?"
Me: Oh, I was just saying I'm not taking any more calls from the elderly, the illiterate or the bellligerantly drunk.
Co-Worker: So you mean you're not taking any more calls tonight....
Me: Oh. Right. Guess I'll go home, then!
Co-Worker: *gives me the eye of Thou Shall Not Dare Leave Me Here*
We should run away. Really...really....really far away.
Tech Support is a brutal land. Truly, maddeningly brutal.
In other news of the...d'oh....
They handed out safety prizes today. They are little soft shell coolers on wheels with a long handle. You know, like luggage? I wonder if it's to encourage you to drink while travelling. Perhaps to bring with you to Mardi Gras. I dunno. It's blue. It's cute. I didn't get one. I started working here 5 weeks too late to be eligible for the Cooler On Wheels.
Is it Friday yet?