The man with his own alphabet
With foreign and unusual names, I always ask how the name is spelled, letter by letter, if they don't have business cards with them (or don't want to me to take a look at them). Either in my own language, or in English. If I speak English with the customer, I will assume they will spell in English as well. But...
me: How do you spell your last name, sir?
sc: Hrustdtgfgfdjsfjdgjsomething
me:Pardon?
sc (getting pissed):Hrustdtgfgfdjsfjdgjsomething!
me: What's the first letter?
sc: Ha!
me: A? H?
sc: Ha. Hhhhha.
Sorry, but no alphabet I know has letters "ha", "or" or "key". No matter how loud you say them, I still have no idea. So can I now have a look at your business card? I won't steal it.
Stupid woman
SW informs me that our revolving door is dangerous. She says that the floor is very slippery. Funny that no one else has complained about that, belive me they would. Maybe you'll just need some practice walking on high heels?
SW:Is X (a company that sells virus protection software) in this building?
me: Yes it is. So you have a meeting with...
SW:No, I haven't got a meeting with anyone. I just need to go there (I kinda guessed this)
me:Sorry, but I can't let you in if you haven't got an appointment. Besides, their customer care isn't in this location. You should try calling their number.
SW:But I don't want to speak with a robot!
me:After the messages (which no one bothers to listen), someone will take your call. A real person, believe me.
SW:I don't want to use my own cell phone for that! Errr... haven't got my phone with me (yeah, right).
me:You can use mine (it's a work phone, so I don't give a f***). Let me dial the number for you.
SW (to the person on the customer care line): Hello!Hello! I'm downstairs!I want to get in to your office! I think I bought a wrong version of your software...no, can YOU call me? No, I don't want to deal with this now, this is isn't my phone and I won't call you from my own BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO PAY FOR ANY OF YOUR SERVICES (yup, she said that).
SW gives the poor customer care person her details and laves. I cheer, but then remember that's she's somehow familiar. Apparently, she's been here before, so she's likely to come back. Woo. Hoo.
Genius
I have a bit of a line, so I decide to check everyone in and after that inform their hosts their guest have arrived. I write a visitor ID to this guy and he stays on my till, just next to me and my phone, just looking at what I'm doing. After him there's a woman and as I hand her the ID they guy asks me, whether I have informed his host. When? With what? Oh sorry, I forgot that besides reading everyone's minds (as every CS person does), I can also send telepathic messages.
In brief: Argggghhh!!!!
With foreign and unusual names, I always ask how the name is spelled, letter by letter, if they don't have business cards with them (or don't want to me to take a look at them). Either in my own language, or in English. If I speak English with the customer, I will assume they will spell in English as well. But...
me: How do you spell your last name, sir?
sc: Hrustdtgfgfdjsfjdgjsomething
me:Pardon?
sc (getting pissed):Hrustdtgfgfdjsfjdgjsomething!
me: What's the first letter?
sc: Ha!
me: A? H?
sc: Ha. Hhhhha.

Sorry, but no alphabet I know has letters "ha", "or" or "key". No matter how loud you say them, I still have no idea. So can I now have a look at your business card? I won't steal it.
Stupid woman
SW informs me that our revolving door is dangerous. She says that the floor is very slippery. Funny that no one else has complained about that, belive me they would. Maybe you'll just need some practice walking on high heels?
SW:Is X (a company that sells virus protection software) in this building?
me: Yes it is. So you have a meeting with...
SW:No, I haven't got a meeting with anyone. I just need to go there (I kinda guessed this)
me:Sorry, but I can't let you in if you haven't got an appointment. Besides, their customer care isn't in this location. You should try calling their number.
SW:But I don't want to speak with a robot!
me:After the messages (which no one bothers to listen), someone will take your call. A real person, believe me.
SW:I don't want to use my own cell phone for that! Errr... haven't got my phone with me (yeah, right).
me:You can use mine (it's a work phone, so I don't give a f***). Let me dial the number for you.
SW (to the person on the customer care line): Hello!Hello! I'm downstairs!I want to get in to your office! I think I bought a wrong version of your software...no, can YOU call me? No, I don't want to deal with this now, this is isn't my phone and I won't call you from my own BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO PAY FOR ANY OF YOUR SERVICES (yup, she said that).
SW gives the poor customer care person her details and laves. I cheer, but then remember that's she's somehow familiar. Apparently, she's been here before, so she's likely to come back. Woo. Hoo.
Genius
I have a bit of a line, so I decide to check everyone in and after that inform their hosts their guest have arrived. I write a visitor ID to this guy and he stays on my till, just next to me and my phone, just looking at what I'm doing. After him there's a woman and as I hand her the ID they guy asks me, whether I have informed his host. When? With what? Oh sorry, I forgot that besides reading everyone's minds (as every CS person does), I can also send telepathic messages.
In brief: Argggghhh!!!!
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