Somebody has a case of the Mondays
What a fucking day. Must have been national Dumb-Motherfucker-Monday in the US. The level of ignorance and stupidity was somewhere in the Red Zone, and it wasn't just one person, it was all but one person.
'Cheryl' called from Jackson to report an incedence of Identity Theft. Some scammer called her and said she owed $7,000 on a credit card she didn't have, and she took it a little seriously. I assumed it was stolded on the intarnets, and thats why she was babbling to me about it. All we can do it show them where the security website is, as we do tech support only. People have a hard time understanding that tech support is not the complaint department, the place to order pay per view porno, or the coupon redemption office. Turns out she didn't even have our Internet service anyway, or any internet service, or a computer, or a credit card. She told me she didn't even know how to use a computer, but was baffled at why I couldn't help her. I asked her where she got the phone number. She tells me 'Oh, on this list of companies my friend gave me, I just wanted to report this.' At that point I hid under my cube-desk for the next fourty five minutes.
'Loraine' from New York was pretty amusing too. In the middle of fixing her 'inter-sporadic' E-Mail problems she takes a call on the other line and gets some 'horrible news' she tells me. Sounded serious like her dad died, so I was a little more sympathetic to her. I put her on hold for a minute, and when I went back to her, she had put the phone down and was talking to her girlfriend on the other line bout the situation. She had just found out her brothers wife had just filed for divorce because he couldn't take care of her financially. He didn't have the money to pay for her face lift before he took her on a tropical vacation. She also had to pay for her own breast implants, and that was the last straw. Oh the tragedy. I can just imagine what this bitch is like with a $15,000 diamond ring and a little fucking dog in a purse. He'll be heartbroken to be rid of her. I'm sure he'll find a nice down to earth, non-materialistic girl with mabe a slight coke problem to replace her.
I'm going back to hide under my desk.
AC-out.
The price is wrong, bob
'Cheryl' called from Jackson to report an incedence of Identity Theft. Some scammer called her and said she owed $7,000 on a credit card she didn't have, and she took it a little seriously. I assumed it was stolded on the intarnets, and thats why she was babbling to me about it. All we can do it show them where the security website is, as we do tech support only. People have a hard time understanding that tech support is not the complaint department, the place to order pay per view porno, or the coupon redemption office. Turns out she didn't even have our Internet service anyway, or any internet service, or a computer, or a credit card. She told me she didn't even know how to use a computer, but was baffled at why I couldn't help her. I asked her where she got the phone number. She tells me 'Oh, on this list of companies my friend gave me, I just wanted to report this.' At that point I hid under my cube-desk for the next fourty five minutes.
'Loraine' from New York was pretty amusing too. In the middle of fixing her 'inter-sporadic' E-Mail problems she takes a call on the other line and gets some 'horrible news' she tells me. Sounded serious like her dad died, so I was a little more sympathetic to her. I put her on hold for a minute, and when I went back to her, she had put the phone down and was talking to her girlfriend on the other line bout the situation. She had just found out her brothers wife had just filed for divorce because he couldn't take care of her financially. He didn't have the money to pay for her face lift before he took her on a tropical vacation. She also had to pay for her own breast implants, and that was the last straw. Oh the tragedy. I can just imagine what this bitch is like with a $15,000 diamond ring and a little fucking dog in a purse. He'll be heartbroken to be rid of her. I'm sure he'll find a nice down to earth, non-materialistic girl with mabe a slight coke problem to replace her.
I'm going back to hide under my desk.
AC-out.
The price is wrong, bob
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