To: AV manager at my hospital
From: Me
Just because I don't know something you do does not mean I am an idiot. Kindly refrain from getting testy and talking down to me. I already feel stupid enough having to ask for support on a videoconference when I know nothing about such things just because I'm the one person in my department whom everyone else asks to communicate with people like you. I really, really hope I have the opportunity to make you feel stupid one of these days so you'll know how it feels.
1505 Hours:
Thus far, infiltration going well, but the facade is difficult to maintain. SupervisorBot suspects a security breach, I think. "She" keeps stalking the environs, occasionally pausing in an adjacent cell...I may have tripped an alarm, but my camouflage is holding up.
The SupervisorBot is, tricky, justifying its altered patrol pattern by feigning a "problem" with the document digital imager...
Oh, crap! OwnerBot!
Guess who gets to go file a police report against one of our tenants for passing us a stolen money order this weekend?
Phone: *ahem*
Me: "Goddamn you, Alexander Graham Bell! GODDAMN YOU!! BBBEEEEELLLLLLL!!!!"
Fuckcake O' the Day II: "I'm trying to reach (Person) but I don't understand your phone menu. Extension 118, please."
Me: "I'll see if (Person) is available."
Phone: *She's, uh...she's not. Per usual.*
Me: "(Person) is not at her desk. Would you like to leave her a voicemail?"
FCOtDII: "Well, I'm returning her call."
Me: ...
FCOtDII: "Yes, I will leave her a voicemail."
You know? As if FCOtDII returning Person's call alters reality! "Good Lord! I just felt a disturbance in the timestream! Up is Down! Black is White! Biff runs Hill Valley! And (Person) has been at her desk waiting to receive your call the entire time! Madness!"
Thank you, -t and MM. I needed that. Both Pooh Case and a laugh.
Grrr to AV, Susan. Now I'm picturing him as that skinny, pimply, bad clothes-wearing AV Club geek from (fictional) High School, setting up film strips and muttering to himself, "Someday I'll make you all pay..."
Guess who gets to go file a police report against one of our tenants for passing us a stolen money order this weekend?
Yikes.
How did you discover it was stolen? Or did the bank discover that? If so, I suppose the victim reported it stolen?
Steeling a money order just doesn't seem like a viable crime....
Guess who gets to go file a police report against one of our tenants for passing us a stolen money order this weekend?
Ooohh, me please! And you could cover for P's slacker ass instead?!?!
Who was that flip flop wearing stranger?
I don't know why it bugs me, but I hate when customers ask "How ya doin'?" and wait for an answer.
Maybe it's because I know they don't really give a shit and they're now wasting my time with stupid "pleasantries".
But the last call was kind of priceless:
FCOtDIII: "Hey, how you doin'?"
Me: "I'm fine. How are you?"
FCOtDIII: "I'm just frickin' great."
Me: ...
