Denver Public Schools Sub Call System.
Denver Public Schools Sub Call System:
Thanks a lot, jerks. I understand that being a sub and being on call means sometimes the morning phonecall instead of the far-more-pleasant early evening one. I understand you're a robot, and that everything these days is automated. That doesn't mean I like it. Or you.
You've changed, DPS Call System. You used to only make me input the PIN number assigned to me. Six numbers in a pattern I didn't make up at five-thirty in the morning? Okay, fine. I could deal with that. But now you require that I, using the telephone key pad, enter in my employee number (which is nine digits I didn't choose and cannot change) followed by the "star" key (it's called an asterisk), then my PIN number followed by the "pound" key (it's name is octothorp. Learn it. Love it).
It's 5:30 in the AM. I got to sleep at 12:30 in the AM. Not to be a mammalist or anything, but I do think that if you were a person, you might understand that other mammals are a bit non-dexterous with that little sleep. When typing in those numbers and I make a mistake, you don't have to reprimand me with, "That is incorrect or invalid," especially if I'm not allowed to back up. I'd ask you to have a little patience with me when, after typing in my employee number, pressing the asterisk, then typing in my PIN, I pressed [Send] rather than the octothorp [#]. My cell phone is shrinking, and my early morning opposability mirrors that of an orangutan. I wish you'd have waited for me to rectify this before assuming I declined the job.
But you're a robot. I ought not expect anything.
So instead I must go online and try to track down the job, then sit, constantly refreshing the page, waiting for the status of that coveted position to change from "In Calling" to "Available". Now, instead of milking sleep through seven or eight hits of the [Snooze] button on my alarm, I'm sitting on my computer, refreshing the screen every forty-five seconds like I'm on fucking eBay.
There. I got the assignment. No help from you.
(Well, at the least, I finally have something written to post on my LJ.)
Thanks a lot, jerks. I understand that being a sub and being on call means sometimes the morning phonecall instead of the far-more-pleasant early evening one. I understand you're a robot, and that everything these days is automated. That doesn't mean I like it. Or you.
You've changed, DPS Call System. You used to only make me input the PIN number assigned to me. Six numbers in a pattern I didn't make up at five-thirty in the morning? Okay, fine. I could deal with that. But now you require that I, using the telephone key pad, enter in my employee number (which is nine digits I didn't choose and cannot change) followed by the "star" key (it's called an asterisk), then my PIN number followed by the "pound" key (it's name is octothorp. Learn it. Love it).
It's 5:30 in the AM. I got to sleep at 12:30 in the AM. Not to be a mammalist or anything, but I do think that if you were a person, you might understand that other mammals are a bit non-dexterous with that little sleep. When typing in those numbers and I make a mistake, you don't have to reprimand me with, "That is incorrect or invalid," especially if I'm not allowed to back up. I'd ask you to have a little patience with me when, after typing in my employee number, pressing the asterisk, then typing in my PIN, I pressed [Send] rather than the octothorp [#]. My cell phone is shrinking, and my early morning opposability mirrors that of an orangutan. I wish you'd have waited for me to rectify this before assuming I declined the job.
But you're a robot. I ought not expect anything.
So instead I must go online and try to track down the job, then sit, constantly refreshing the page, waiting for the status of that coveted position to change from "In Calling" to "Available". Now, instead of milking sleep through seven or eight hits of the [Snooze] button on my alarm, I'm sitting on my computer, refreshing the screen every forty-five seconds like I'm on fucking eBay.
There. I got the assignment. No help from you.
(Well, at the least, I finally have something written to post on my LJ.)