Morons Of The World Unite
This day is spiraling into complete and utter hell.
The FedEx person refused to come upstairs to get this printer they were supposed to have taken yesterday. We had to lug the thing down, we get down there and she goes off about how because it is not on a palette they are not responsible if it gets damaged. Mind you, they have taken dozens of printers of the same size and weight before without any issue whatsoever. But, today... of course... it's an issue.
Then I get this guy in San Diego who is getting the blue screen of death on his machine. How the fuck do you expect me to troubleshoot that over the phone. A few questions and my best solution is to stick it in a box and ship it to me. End of story.
Of course, that's not the end of the story as his hair-brained dim-wit boss calls me and she gives me the twenty questions of why I am having him do this and if there is someone out there that can fix the machine for them ala Geek Squad or something "because if this happens in the future we can't lose a machine for two days and spend the money it will take to ship it".
Cunt, I don't give a fuck if you hire Bill Gates to do your tech support for you. Just leave me the fuck alone.
My phone has not stopped ringing all morning. I've gotten about ten calls an hour. I am on the verge of snapping. I went from so happy yesterday I wanted to cry, to being so fucking miserable today I want to have a breakdown. God forbid I be allowed to ride out a good mood for more than 36 hours.
I hate it here so much. I wish I could personally watch each and every person in this company die a slow, painful death.
The FedEx person refused to come upstairs to get this printer they were supposed to have taken yesterday. We had to lug the thing down, we get down there and she goes off about how because it is not on a palette they are not responsible if it gets damaged. Mind you, they have taken dozens of printers of the same size and weight before without any issue whatsoever. But, today... of course... it's an issue.
Then I get this guy in San Diego who is getting the blue screen of death on his machine. How the fuck do you expect me to troubleshoot that over the phone. A few questions and my best solution is to stick it in a box and ship it to me. End of story.
Of course, that's not the end of the story as his hair-brained dim-wit boss calls me and she gives me the twenty questions of why I am having him do this and if there is someone out there that can fix the machine for them ala Geek Squad or something "because if this happens in the future we can't lose a machine for two days and spend the money it will take to ship it".
Cunt, I don't give a fuck if you hire Bill Gates to do your tech support for you. Just leave me the fuck alone.
My phone has not stopped ringing all morning. I've gotten about ten calls an hour. I am on the verge of snapping. I went from so happy yesterday I wanted to cry, to being so fucking miserable today I want to have a breakdown. God forbid I be allowed to ride out a good mood for more than 36 hours.
I hate it here so much. I wish I could personally watch each and every person in this company die a slow, painful death.