I"m going to go insane soon. Well mostly I am insane; homocidal maybe. Today my hat goes off to the people that work in tech support and have managed to keep their sanity and haven't gone on a shooting rampage yet. Since we don't really have a dedicated tech support team here, most of those types of calls end up going to one of use two admins.
Now I don't mind the tech support question where the other party at least knows what a computer looks like. If the question makes sense and is in my realm of things I should know, then sure.. I can try to help
However, when people blame me that they can't read email when either their computer is on fire, or they're trying to check mail on their toaster, I get a bit antsy. I don't have good people skills in that area
; most would call me an asshole really. Sometimes I wish for a remote LART (Luser Attitude Readjustment Tool) of sorts.
Other than that, nothing exciting yet today, although I'm sure that there'll be more agrivation before the day is through.
I'd like to take this opportunity to talk about underpants
. My grandmother has taken to sending me underwear in the mail. Appearently I'm not able to go out and buy my own. I mean, in one way it's a good money saver because I have someone else buying stuff for me, on the other hand, I HATE BOXER BRIEFS.
Those are the only kind she sends. Appearently she read a survey in which they found that women find them more sexy than boxer shorts. Now, I don't really give a rats ass what someone thinks of my frikken underpants. I'm not wearing boxer-briefs. They're the worst ever. They are way to constrictive; it feels like someone is kicking you in the nuts all day.
I've tried to explain that to her... but it doesn't seem to help. Since I'm not about to wear them, and I don't like throwing out things, I've started to give them away to the shelters. Now, everytime I see a homeless person tugging at their crotch I want to yell, "you can thank my grandma for that!"
Can you tell I'm bored?
