The Suites Plea...
Walked the customer through how to print a booklet job on a letter size piece of paper. Also suggested contacting their internal IT department with regards to the driver issues they have due to them not having administrative rights on their computers.
BORINGVILLE. Now see what happens after I partake in their open bar from 5:30 to 7:30 every night and then write the report.
So we're onsite and the client is bitchin' about booklet printing and the dealer rep tries to fix it. Like I just didn't fly two thousand fucking miles out here to fix problems like this. No, no, be my guess Einstein, solve the fucking problem. So like after 10 minutes of his dicking around I mention several things and BAM, it's printing like a FUCKER. Then the client was all whiny about the driver and how it wouldn't update and the like. I just got up in his grill and was like, hey fucknut, get admin rights to your PC and that fucker will clear up like herpes.
Look at that! Did you see what I did there? Informative and it grabs you. I mean, it's almost like you were there with me, right? And did I mention the open bar they have from 5:30 to 7:30? Or the fact that on the two occasions I have stayed at the Embassy Suites I have managed to lose the key for my room, thereby having to ask the front desk for another one in a completely trashed state? Or that both times I actually found the fucking key in the morning...in my pocket? Entertainment like this does not come cheaply, and we shouldn't expect it to. But you know what does come cheaply? Booze, at the Embassy Suites, between 5:30 and 7:30.
BORINGVILLE. Now see what happens after I partake in their open bar from 5:30 to 7:30 every night and then write the report.
So we're onsite and the client is bitchin' about booklet printing and the dealer rep tries to fix it. Like I just didn't fly two thousand fucking miles out here to fix problems like this. No, no, be my guess Einstein, solve the fucking problem. So like after 10 minutes of his dicking around I mention several things and BAM, it's printing like a FUCKER. Then the client was all whiny about the driver and how it wouldn't update and the like. I just got up in his grill and was like, hey fucknut, get admin rights to your PC and that fucker will clear up like herpes.
Look at that! Did you see what I did there? Informative and it grabs you. I mean, it's almost like you were there with me, right? And did I mention the open bar they have from 5:30 to 7:30? Or the fact that on the two occasions I have stayed at the Embassy Suites I have managed to lose the key for my room, thereby having to ask the front desk for another one in a completely trashed state? Or that both times I actually found the fucking key in the morning...in my pocket? Entertainment like this does not come cheaply, and we shouldn't expect it to. But you know what does come cheaply? Booze, at the Embassy Suites, between 5:30 and 7:30.