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Keeping in mind that I don't know the whole story on this one, I would point out that SC could be right. I've seen towns called Idaho, Kansas, and Arizona. But then again, I've driven through a town called Elephants Butte near Big Ugly National Forest.
The Rich keep getting richer because they keep doing what it was that made them rich. Ditto the Poor.
"Hy kan tell dey is schmot qvestions, dey is makink my head hurt."
Hoc spatio locantur.
Keeping in mind that I don't know the whole story on this one, I would point out that SC could be right. I've seen towns called Idaho, Kansas, and Arizona. But then again, I've driven through a town called Elephants Butte near Big Ugly National Forest.
That reminded me of the scene from Beavis and Butthead Do America where they make fun of the funny place names like Weippe and Meteetse.
I actually looked on a map for these places. They do exist. Weippe is in Idaho. I forget where Meteetse is.
Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.
"I never said I wasn't a horrible person."--Me, almost daily
What do you mean you can't give me a discount? I don't feel like paying that much!
I actually had one of those once. A guy wanted me to get the manager for him so he could ask about getting a discount on a door he was looking at. I asked why, was it damaged? He said no, he simply "didn't feel like paying that much." In fact, I think Raps put that particular experience of mine in a strip somewhere.
I have to give him some credit -- he was polite, and he asked me to get a manager for him, instead of expecting me to do it myself somehow. Not that that stopped me from laughing at him once he was gone. Or the manager, judging from what I overheard as I was walking past the office shortly afterwards.
Sometimes life is altered.
Break from the ropes your hands are tied.
Uneasy with confrontation.
Won't turn out right. Can't turn out right
Oh, and I have my own story, which is really my only SC story at the university thus far:
The computer lab I work in is technically two rooms full of computers with a pair of walkways between them. So I don't always know what's happening on the other side. We also don't allow people to carry on cell phone conversations in the lab, as it can disrupt other people's work.
A student walks up to me this day on her way out and demands the contact information for "whoever's in charge" of the labs. Now I can tell right away that this woman is one of those favorite note in the scale is "Mi", if you get what I mean. I asked her if I could be of assistance, and said that some people on the other side of the lab were talking too loud. If they're allowed to do that, she "reasoned", she should be able to talk on her cell phone. I told her politely that if she had come to me, I could have gone over and asked them to quiet down or leave. But she'd have none of it, she wanted to talk on her phone! So I reluctantly wrote down the lab manager's name and phone number and re-iterated that I could have asked them to quiet down. Just after she left, I fired off an email to the lab manager to warn him.
Oh, and the best part? While she was talking to me, she had to pick up the microphone for her hands-free earbud and say "Hang on"....she was on a cell phone call while she was talking to me!
Keeping in mind that I don't know the whole story on this one, I would point out that SC could be right. I've seen towns called Idaho, Kansas, and Arizona. But then again, I've driven through a town called Elephants Butte near Big Ugly National Forest.
Nope, she was talking about the state of Maryland!
I had a customer ring me up once complaining that he had bought some videos from us and they were faulty. No problem I told him, bring them back in, we'll double check them and if they were faulty we'd either replacement them or if we couldn't we'd refund the money. He told me no, he wasn't going to do that and that we needed to send him the money in the post for the refund. I asked him how we'd get the videos back then and he said we wouldn't, they were faulty, he'd just throw them away. I tried to explain to him that it didn't work that way, we couldn't refund money and let him keep the stock and he started arguing with me that he couldn't bring them back in because it was in a different city now. No problem, I told him to send them back to us, and if we found them to be faulty we'd refund the postage cost when we refunded the purchases price. He argued that as well and said that his mother worked for the post office and he had already checked and the cost of sending back 4 videos would be over $80! He wasn't going to pay that much! So I told him we couldn't do anything, without the videos being returned to us, our hands were tied in what we could do. He yelled at me and told me he was calling the police and filling charges against us. I never heard from him again.
I'm still not sure how the videos were going to be sent if they were going to cost $80. Regular post would have cost less than $6
SC: God, I hate Chevs!
Me: Oh, yeah?
SC: Yeah, do you know why?
Me: Nnnooooo...
SC: Because they switched all of their screws to Torx head, so you have to buy a new screwdriver!
Me:
If Torx screws were the only type of fastener that he had issues with, he should be estatic. Torx is easily available. Some of the other things I've dealt with, now...
Keeping in mind that I don't know the whole story on this one, I would point out that SC could be right. I've seen towns called Idaho, Kansas, and Arizona. But then again, I've driven through a town called Elephants Butte near Big Ugly National Forest.
The top of my list is Head Smashed In, Alberta. Though honestly, for scenery, Writing on Rocks is better.
Me: Hello sir this is (me) from tech support - are you still at...
WCM: blahblahblah
Me: are you st...
WCM: bitchmoanrant
Me: are you...
WCM: GEEZ! WILL YOU LET ME TALK? My name is WCM. I have iamamouldydouchebag4ever.com - I need to know your direct extension or operator ID number
Me: I don't have either of those (we really don't)
The next five minutes
$i=0;
while ($i<=20)
{
echo "WCM: I don't want an excuse! I want a direct way to reach you";
echo "Me: Sir, this is the direct way to reach me. I can provide a ticket number which will contain my name, but I have no direct extension";
i++;
}
For the next few minutes after that, WCM starts screaming about wanting credentials to manage his domain name. I send them. He receives them.
The next five minutes
$i=0;
while ($i<=20)
{
echo "WCM: I want to speak to a supervisor! (bitchmoanrantWAAAAAAMBULANCE)";
echo "Me: Sir, this is after 6pm before a holiday. The supervisor has gone home. I can send a manager callback request ";
i++;
}
Me: Sir, it's not possible to speak to a supervisor who isn't here.
WCM: More yelling "how are we going to get this fixed?"
Me: Sir, the only problem that you've stated is wanting credentials for managing your domain. I've sent those to you.
WCM: (After much more yelling, eventually informs me that he is referring to two phonetically identical, but differently-spelled domain names. He has not mentioned this before, and is presumably pissed that I haven't gazed into my crystal monitor and divined it.)
Me: Okay, the credentials have been sent.
WCM: (starts the supervsor rant again, BITCHBITCHBITCHBITCHMOOOOOOANWAAAAAAAAMBULANCE!)
Me: Is there anything else that you need tonight?
WCM: BITCHBITCHBITCHBITCHMOOOOOOANWAAAAAAAAMBULANCE! *disconnects*
Me: May you die in a fire sparked by friction from being raped with a jackhammer started on a hair growing on a hemmorhoid the size of a grapefruit.
~fin~
root@darkstar: mount -t iso9660 /dev/hdc /cdrom
root@darkstar: cp -r /cdrom/lib/* /lib/*
root@darkstar: crap
-bash crap: command not found
root@darkstar: man -k undo
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