bubosquared: (work)
( Nov. 12th, 2007 02:35 pm)

So. The good news: my NaNo stuff finally arrived. The annoying news: it was sent to my home address rather than to work, where I had asked it to be sent. The bad news: the handle on my mug was broken. :( Nothing a little superglue couldn't fix, and it's not like I use the handle all that often, but still.

My last call on Friday involved the words "I'm now going to caution you that anything you say can be used in court." He wasn't too pleased that I told him I had to disconnect the call (and did), but you know, if you wanna talk lawsuit, you're gonna have to talk to the lawyers, because I do not get paid enough for this. Gah.

Also from Friday:

A few minutes into the call ...
Kid in Background: Daddy? Daddy! Daddyyyyyyy!
Customer: Go away, go to your mother, I'm on the phone.
A few minutes later ...
Kid in Background: Daddydaddydaddyyyyyyyy!
Customer: Go to your mother! Leave me alone, I'm dead!
Melle: *narrowly avoids anyeurism from held-in laughter*

*pokes intarwebs* I can has fic? It is can be fic time nao?

PSA of the day: If you're going to throw a hissy fit at a Tech Support Agent, and try to baffle them with Big Words, do make sure you're actually using said Big Words correctly, and that they are actually Big Words. "Default" and "faulty" (as in, "You sold me a faulty product!") do not mean the same thing, and neither word is all that Big. Snarf.

Link of the day: "British forces have denied rumours that they released a plague of ferocious badgers into the Iraqi city of Basra.". A plague of ferocious badgers, people! Beware of Hufflepuffs!

bubosquared: (hufflepuff)
( Jul. 13th, 2007 01:23 pm)

Work eat brain bah. *zombies*

Here, have some quotes. )

bubosquared: (all-knowing oracle)
( Apr. 5th, 2007 10:18 am)

Managed to execute a perfect spittake yesterday, complete with spraying two of my co-workers with coffee. *facepalm* M. is going down for making me laugh while I have a mouthful of coffee, you mark my words!

Of course, I did already get my revenge a little, by way of a fab customer who called up several times to get talked therough various steps of a process, and I was the third person he got through to. The following ensured:

Customer: So do you sit far away from [M. and J., the two people he'd previously spoken with]?
Melle: Eh, pretty close, we're a small team, really.
Customer: Excellent! In that case, what I want you to do is ball up two pieces of paper and then throw them at the both of them. :D

And so I did, because the customer is always right, hee! :D Especially the woman I helped yesterday, who sent a reply because she ran into a minor trip-up after following the instructions I'd sent by e-mail, and in her reply included:

Thanks for your help Sofie and your excellent attitude, patience and customer service. I am impressed and approaches like yours are what will keep a loyal customer base for [$software]. I am now also interested in purchasing version 7 thanks to your service.

That's right, bitches, respect mah skillz! Now if you'll excuse me, I must go and strut my stuff. \o/

(Not that I'm not still sending out CVs all over the place, but then it was never the job in and of itself that made/makes me want to leave. Sigh.)

While trying to decide which bar to go to for drinks on Friday:

Co-Worker: I would like to veto Walkabout, it is a very silly place indeed.
Melle: Besides, it's only a model ...
Everyone Else: ... huh?

HEATHENS! All of them!

(Aaaand when you're selling a company eleven semi-expensive handhelds, and setting them up for them, your response to "What browser are you using" should not be "Oh, good question, I'm not using Google or anytying ..." Then again, at least then I know you're probably using IE. Feh.)

* Note to self: While it would be technically not against the rules to use that greeting, please resist the urge anyway.

bubosquared: (handbasket)
( Mar. 13th, 2007 04:45 pm)

Headline of the day, in a horrifying and yet mindboggling way: "Man took call during rape, police say". Right, that's it, you can close the internet. I HAVE SEEN IT ALL!

Best customer ever, first thing he said: "I'm a man, so you know I'm a bit thick when it comes to these things ..."

... Aaaaand I just talked to Oliver Wood. Ehehehehe.

This is, in part, for Anna, because I think she'll appreciate this. My uncle used to give us (especially me) books for Christmas and birthdays and stuff, and he always put dedications and notes on the first page. For Christmas of 1995, he gave me Black Like Me (in Dutch), with the following dedication:

"Dearest Sofie,

For a voracious reader as yourself, a book like this is of course a piece of cake. But the thoughts behind a book like this are crude and possibly barely digestible.

The world is hard and unjust.

Let's start making a change.

"We have a dream."

I'll be posting That Work E-mail, which I finally finished and sent this morning, under heavy friendslock in a bit, but for now, have a couple of amusing work quotes to make up for all the angst:

Customer: My PDA went down on me ...

Co-worker: Define "fuzzy".

And finally, some memes. This first one is a version of that one everyone else is doing, slightly adjusted by [livejournal.com profile] telesilla:

Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll tell you where the characters are and what they're doing. It probably won't be fic, unless something really inspires me, but I will tell you what's up with them.

If you've done this one, feel free to poke me in the comments here as well, by the way. I've been bad about replying to posts.

And another meme, this one from [livejournal.com profile] bibliotech:

That meme where you have to say everything you know about those of your friends' fandoms that you know only through fannish representations, rather than through ever having watched any. So I will. Name a fandom and I will tell you what I think I know about it, derived only from my LJ experience.

One of my co-workers has the Indiana Jones theme as her mobile phone ringtone. IT MUST BE MINE!

... Scribbled on my notepad some time yesterday: "Snakes on a plane: the RP?" Dear self: no.)

RP funnies for the win! Some favourites. )

bubosquared: (blather)
( Dec. 4th, 2006 02:17 pm)

Work whinging. )

I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, ...

On a more cheerful note: Wish List Meme! )

And if you cuold please link your own wish list post in comments if you've made one, that would be handy, thanks. :D

Quote of the Day:

The historical innaccuracies actually leap off the t.v. and did a little dance in Melle's living room!
([livejournal.com profile] troubleinchina, re: Robin Hood)

And on a semi-related note, there's ... something, whatever, going around about internet people and knowing they're real people and not lying, and I was gonna be all insightful and shit, but you know, I don't think anyone's ever going to accuse me of being a liar or a fake intarweb person or whatever. For one thing, my life is far too mundane for that, and for another, I've met ... a whole lot of you in tht Real Life place now, so you can vouch for me. :D

It'll also be difficult for me to ever stage my death, as both the non-family people in my will are on my friendslist and thus would quickly call shenanigans on any fake deaths.

bubosquared: (bad mo-fo)
( Oct. 4th, 2006 03:35 pm)

I'm so glad to be back on my normal shift, I'm telling you. Let's hear it for eight to four!

Somewhat less of the yay: customers who demand a supervisor ninety seconds into the call and then get all sweetness and light when said supervisor tells them the exact same damn thing I already said. Die in a fire, motherfucker!

Dark Future game tonight. Some quotes from the two previous games:

Gomas (Captain): Do you think you can park in there?
Boudica (me): As long as it doen't involve parallel parking.

Gomas: (after Boudica's brought thr ship in in a boring, mundane manner) That's remarkably restrained for you.
Boudica: But now you're strapped in it's no fun!

Wisdom of the day: It's amazing sometimes what you can accomplish if you don't believe anything is impossible. This goes for knitting as well as life in general. :D

Happy birthday to [livejournal.com profile] kenovay! Welcome to the adult world, and remember: it's your turn to decide what that means.

I realised this weekend that I need to do something about my bag situation. I have about half a dozen bags, more than I have pairs of shoes, and unlike my shoes, I actually use most of these on a semi-regular basis. But I still don't have a good everyday multi-purpose bag, one I can take to work and carry all my stuff in.It should be big enough to hold one of these, plus assorted writing stuff (and ideally also my alphasmart, but not necessarily), my knitting stuff, my tobacco and other things, and have lots and lots of little compartments to keep especially aforementioned knitting stuff in. Much as I like my tote bag, I often have to really dig around in it to find what I need, and while I still prefer shoulder bags, I think a backpack style is probably better for my back and shoulders. Any advice?

... Yeah. So anyway. :D

(Tonight: Pirate-themed Birthday Pub Crawl for Mags! Tomorrow: Anna's Birthday "Wake"! How did I get this social life, and what do I do with it now that I have it?)

I have a serious discussion-y post brewing in my head, but that'll be seperate, and later today, or possibly on Sunday.

bubosquared: (domesticity)
( Jun. 29th, 2006 12:11 pm)

Random Co-worker Voice: "Frodo?"
I just don't know about these people, man.

My baby brother has now officially graduated from secondary school. I'm feeling so old, man. It seems like only yesterday that I took his twelve-year old self to see TPM and we fraked out people at the train station on the way back by having pretend lightsaber fights and singing the Imperial March at each other. And now he's all grown up! (Well, as groqn up as anyone in this family ever gets, heh.)

Today is shaping up to be v. annoying. Shall comfort self by making desserty stuff for the Expat Party and licking the bowl. Mmm, chocolatey goodness ...

bubosquared: (que?)
( Jun. 5th, 2006 04:41 pm)

Grafitti along my busroute:

"[Name] WILL U MARREY ME?!"

Just say no, honey. Just. Say. No.

Is anyone else getting old comment e-mails? Like, from a month ago? o_O

So near my work, there's a bunch of used car dealerships, and at one of them, this car is currently prominently displayed, and um. ikindamaybewantit. I have no idea how the fuck that happened, I mean, I don't like cars, I'm a motorcycle girl at heart, and the only cars I've ever even vaguely considered getting if I had the money for it were a VW Beetle, or a Deux Cheveaux, or a Mini, and even that was more idle consideration than actually coveting, and also, I don't even have a driver's license, so WTF self?

(To further my shame, it's an SUV as well. Gah!)

Aaaand a hearty "Fuck you!" is in order, I believe?

Scene From The Break Room:

Assorted People: *stand around in line for coffee machine*
Candy Vending Machine: *jingle*
Melle: ... Did that machine just randomly drop money?
Co-Worker: *checks change tray, holds up 10p coin* Yep.
Melle: O...kay, then. o_O

[ETA] It just did it again! :D Only 5p this time but hey, money's money. [/ETA]

And then I had a call from a bloke who was looking for a summer job ... for his kids. The hell? Unanimous reaction from self and co-workers: "Why are his kids not looking for jobs their own damn selves?" I mean, seriously.

I nipped into the new second hand shop down the street after work yesterday to see if maybe they had a pair of jeans that fit me, because having only one pair of decent-ish jeans is starting to annoy me. Didn't find a single pair of normal, non-low-slung jeans that fit me, but I did find a lovely pair of work trousers--blue shimmery velvet, perfect fit, and best of all, they have pockets, and only cost £3.50! \o/ Also, a cheapy pair of shorts for work in case it turns out to be a hot summer. I'm not to happy with those because they're knee-length and have this weird split thing at the end of the legs, but they were only £1.50 and they'll do in a pinch if it's a choice between these and overheating.

bubosquared: (contemplative)
( May. 5th, 2006 11:44 am)

Overheard At Work:

One: What're you doing with your money?
Two: I ... I ate it?

I just ... don't want to know, do I?

I have a post brewing about blood ties versus chosen family and stuff, but that might take a while. LIke, a couple of days, probably. In the meantime, though, it's brought on another question , and therefore an excuse for a poll. )

(Sorry for the deleted entry/repost, folks, I'd forgotten to add the second question.)

In other news, I just went to the loo, and the stall smelled of cotton candy. o_O I am officially afraid of my co-workers.

bubosquared: (rpg)
( Apr. 25th, 2006 11:45 am)

Okay, first of all: Whoa, Collin!

Secondly, Sir Ian is so totally my Big Gay Hero, man.

And thirdly, some quotes from last night's game:

Melle: I've got an axe, a knife, light armour, a Hell Mace, a Gauntlet, a shortbow, a spell ring, a Talisman, ...
Ben: [sings] ... and a partridge in a pear tree.

Dave (GM, as the squad's "read guard" redshirts): "They're all chaos mutations! Let's kill 'em all, lads!"
Ben: You think our lot are brave enough for that?
Dave: "Let's go tell the boss, lads!"
Ben: That's more like it.

And then Ben, who was party leader this week, managed to kill off all but one of our redshirt squad. Well, that'll save me the trouble next week, I suppose.

bubosquared: (que?)
( Apr. 21st, 2006 11:15 am)

Disturbing link of the day: Purity Balls. I'll just be over here, thanks. Ew!

Scene from the Call Centre Floor:
Disembodied Voice: "Doughnuts are here!"
Everyone: *SWARM*

We've got our priorities straight, yes. :D

Dear self,

"Retention" =/= "Retcon"

You do not work for Marvel.

You need to switch to decaf.

Exasparated love,
You

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