I have a sneaking suspicion that I am the horrible customer calling customer service lines. Ok, not the one calling DCJ, because I generally know better than to unplug important things. But you know, I say stupid things, and miss things that seem obvious in retrospect, all the time. I wonder if I'm being written up on some other list even as we type.
I doubt it.
It's not so much those who are willing to try, it's more the people who are defiantly clueless that get frustrating.
Like MM's callers calling over and over. Or the people who won't check to see if there is a cable running from the computer to the printer because "they don't know computers," despite the fact it requires no computer knowledge whatsoever.
I have no problems with people who are frustrated and not thinking clearly. I understand that.
I work with people on a daily basis that do not know how things work, will not know how things work when we are done, but are willing to try. To these people I give kudos.
I could only hope to be as patient as some of the people I help when I'm out of my depth calling a customer service or helpline.
Then sometimes they also don't bother separating ideas into paragraphs, it becomes nigh-impossible for my ADD-addled brain to make it through any of it, much less derive any concrete meaning from it.
And heaven forfend you should ever politely suggest that following the established conventions of punctuation, spelling, and grammar actually have benefits for writer's intended audience.
And heaven forfend you should ever politely suggest that following the established conventions of punctuation, spelling, and grammar actually have benefits for writer's intended audience.
"You understood what I was saying, didn't you?"
Yes, but it wasn't worth the effort.
t hugs Buffista grammar-, punctuation-, and capitalization-philes tightly
I go to other sites and just cringe. And then hit the back button.
Dude. So, I started the semi-jobhunt Thursday? Friday? Got a call about a resume I sent yesterday. Don't know if this will be The One, but still, good sign! WOOT!
Great news, Daisy Jane! I hope you find a wonderful new job.
My whole body aches. This is the bug that will not die.
I have to leave for rehearsal in two hours, rehearse for two hours, and then head out to Jersey so my BiL can heal my computer pox.
(It seems unwise to send around resumes with whatever virus attached, huh?)
I've got in the fridge is the remainder of a small bag of crappy cheap shredded cheddar/jack mix. And there's nothing to put it on.
OK here's what you do. You sprinkle the cheese on some tin foil, then shape it into one continuous form. I usually go for an elongated oval. Then you stick it in the toaster-oven at around 400 degrees and watch it as it starts to bubble and pop. When the edges turn brown, take it out of the oven and let it cool until you can gently peel the tin foil off and then eat it like a cracker. A cracker made of cheeeese!
On Friday, Hubby and I went to the Social Security court for a ruling on his disability case. Our lawyer showed up with a--no kidding--five-inch-thick file on his case. He said he'd never seen a case so complicated.
Anyway, after four years of working at this damned thing, we finally have a positive judgement. All that work for $600 a month, but the lump sum settlement will be for 40 months, so that will be a useful sum.
I'm very, very relieved to have this damned thing done with, but Hubby's suddenly got the self-descriptor "disabled" in his head and he's having trouble accepting that. He used to do elemental battle with forest fires, and it's now official that he's not that man anymore. It's hard for him.
All for $600 a month.
