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"All we want to do is eat your brains. We're not unreasonable. I mean, no one's going to eat your eyes."
That is about as logical as my one friend when he was in charge of paying his family's bills. The only one that got paid regularly was the dial-up ISP (this was the 90s). Not the power bill, not the phone bill, both of which are necessary to maintaining an internet connection (at least back then).
Similarly, no brain = no vision (not to mention no vital functions whatsoever). What use are eyes when you can't see/ aren't alive?
/logic
SC
"...four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man governed with one..." W. Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing Act I, Sc I
I used to work cell phone customer service and I took calls just like the ones mentioned in this post day after day after day after day...how I kept my sanity I will never know.
What I can tell you is people ordering fast food/conducting business at a store counter/blabbering to friends in the background happens ALL THE TIME and it never ceased to annoy me to no end.
"If we refund your money, give you a free replacement and shoot the manager, then will you be happy?" - sign seen in a restaurant
That is about as logical as my one friend when he was in charge of paying his family's bills.
Dannyboy was quoting a song called "Re: Your Brains" by Jonathan Coulton. It's a novelty song played frequently on the Dr. Demento radio show, particularly around Halloween.
And, additionally, it's from the chorus of the song, which is a parody of the one-sided and irrational nature of many proposals in workplace negotiations. The entire song is a satire of office life that makes its point by mixing it with a zombie apocalypse.
Me: Ma'am, I cannot process an order with this card.
YG: Why not?
Me: Well, first of all, we need to speak to the cardholder. Second---
YG: But he's dead!
Me: Second of all, if he is deceased then the card needs to be cancelled, as he is the only one who is allowed to use it.
YG: But he's dead.
Me: Yes, that is why we cannot accept an order with this card.
YG: So you're prejudiced against dead people?
Me:...did you really just say that to me, Ma'am?
YG: Um...yeah.
Me: That's what I thought. I cannot accept an order with this card. Do you have any cards in your name?
YG: (sullenly) No. I guess I'll just get a phone through someone else, since you're being such a RETARD! *click*
What is this strange gelatinous sloshing sensation I feel in my brain region?
<.<
>.>
Oh. I guess it's more dead brain cells. Damn.
Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.
"I never said I wasn't a horrible person."--Me, almost daily
So, I'm currently in a multicultural counseling class and we are learning how to be "helpers" to individuals from diverse populations. We've learned about Native Americans, Mexian Americans, Arab Americans, Gay/Lesbians, and the elderly...so I suppose I should tell my instructor that we need to address working with dead people? I mean, I would hate to overlook this population and not be trained to help them and their needs.
I can see one point in such a lesson already: How to help your dead client accept the fact that they are, indeed, dead and cannot use their credit cards anymore.
"I'm still walking, so I'm sure that I can dance!" from Saint of Circumstance - Grateful Dead
Seriously TPG, I don't know how you folk do it. I think of all the sucky customers I've had (INCLUDING over ten years of bartending, a c-store, food service, and computer clients) and none of them compare with the sheer entitledness of cell phone users. Actually being involved in their asshattery makes my temples throb. Hats off to you and your comrades-in-phones.
Cell phone callers are indeed EW's. But there is one job I have had which had worse customers: taking calls for the cable company. I've said it before on here and I'll say it again, cable callers are ABSOLUTELY PSYCHO. You could not pay me enough to do that job. I did it temp for 3 months and I ran screaming from that place.
I am currently working on degrees in Multimedia and Film, so my career change will involve getting away from the calls and working with computers and film equipment. You have no idea how much I am looking forward to it.
Because as we all know, on the Internet all men are men, all women are men and all children are FBI agents.
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