"No, obnoxious and brain damaged customers howling for instant gratification are not on the list of exceptions to that. In fact, there is no list of exceptions where I'm allowed to get directly in contact with our CEO. In fact, all I get is a stapler, a pad of Post-Its (TM) and a list of times I get to go to the bathroom."

You worked there too?

"How do you get in touch with him when you need him?"

Heh. Did you know that if you work at the Evil Empire, you must talk the two top guys? It's true! People outside of the company tell me that all the time.

rolls eyes

I mean, sure, I actually do work in the same building as them, and theoretically I could walk up to the top floor and see if I could find them. I bet the security guards could use the laugh.

You worked there too?

No, I just knew a guy who did. I think his name was.... you.

"No, Really, You Are An Asshole: Why Customer Service Reps Hate You. Hate You, Personally. Yes, YOU, Jackass!"

ha! Best seller

Although, speaking from a customer's perspective, sadly sometimes you have to be a bitch and a pain in the ass to get what you need.

I hope that I would be the type of tech writer who'd check the style guide before submitting something to my editor but, alas, I have neither style guide nor editor here (except my boss sometimes if he has time).

I love that age old telemarketer scam "I need the model number on your copier." We're a non-profit, our copier is billions and billions of years old. It's the Flintstone's old dinosaur and crude version. I know who handles our copier stuff, mostly because they're out here once a week banging on the dinosaur's head to get the thing to start running again.

So now I fuck with them.

"Hang on." Puts them on hold
"Ok. Where is it again?" Puts them on hold again
"Is it the thing that says Company ID?"

Lets all this go on for a while.

"Oh, by the way, can I get your vendor number for the purchase order?" (Which is actually nonsense because we don't do our own purchasing).
Click

RTFSG. Doesn't take that much cross-stitch skill. In fact, you could probably spray-paint it in large pink letters across the wall behind your chair.

Style guides are one thing, random word choice is another. Today, wearing my editor hat, I changed "effect" to "affect" twice. Then "illicit" to "elicit." Then "postured" to "postulated."

Dunno about that last one. Lots of people are really posturing when they think they're postulating.

Lots of people are really posturing when they think they're postulating.

This happens to me all the time and it never ends well.

Did you know that if you work at the Evil Empire, you must talk the two top guys?

Well DUH. That's why I have direct lines to both Tony Blair and the Queen on my speed-dial, just like everyone else here.

No, I just knew a guy who did. I think his name was.... you.

Oh, yeah.

...and here come the flashbacks.

Happy place, happy place, happy place...