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The Hamburgers are at it again. 

From the guy that brought you www.realultimatepower.net -

http://www.ghostsaliens.net/

Go waste some time.  :)

Berk

Current Mood: mischievous mischievous
What I hear: Coheed and Cambria - Welcome Home

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http://www.videoplayer.hu/videos/play/332229

I hope this doesn't make you feel TOO dumb for watching it.  I don't even know why I can't stop laughing...

Peace, love, and dwarves,

Berk

Current Mood: awake
What I hear: Some crazy fucking song

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If you've never seen it, and you love cube-farm style humor (or just funny shit in general), then check out "Man in the Box" on YouTube.

You'll love it, I promise.  :)

http://www.youtube.com/user/Manintheboxshow

Do it.

Peace, love, and buttery popcorn flavored Jelly Bellies,

Berk

Current Mood: amused amused
What I hear: Alice in Chains - Man in the Box (ironic?)

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Just wanted to wish Kittenswithguns a very happy birthday before it's too late!  (Hey, it's 23:15 where I live).

Hope you have a great one!



Photo courtesy of www.break.com

Current Mood: content content
What I hear: Boy Sets Fire - Requiem

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chaple


Good job on that one Berk. Happy Birthday buddy.
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So I decided to move to a cabin in a tiny little town in Colorado several months ago, and I love it here.  I went for a walk yesterday, and finally got around to taking a picture of a sign that is on my road:



Ah, I love it here.  :)

Current Mood: busy
What I hear: Sir Mix-A-Lot - Buttermilk Biscuits

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I am thrilled to shits that the cableangst blog has been resurrected! For those newer folks to the support monkeys blog, I am Roach. I once worked at festering cesspool this is Mediacom with our buddy Berk. I was the first internet support trainer (Berk's predecessor). I've since left the internet support world and rejoined the military. I am currently a training manager so I still get to see the full range of intelligence from new folks, as Berk does. As time progresses, I hope to see the blog back to it's former glory. I will add more posts whenever possible. I promise, I won't disappoint.

Roach
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Installment One: "What not to say to a female manager."
Do not try this at work.  It takes extreme talent and moxie (oh yeah, and luck too, LOTS of luck) to pull it off.

Kelli:  "Well how is your last class doing out on the floor?"
Me:  "They're mostly doing okay.  Mitch?  Any standout issues?"
Mitch:  "Just one that I really have concerns with <James> isn't doing so well."  (Name changed to protect the guilty)
Kelli:  (sarcastically) "What's up with him, you just not train him worth a shit?"
Me:  "Talk to me like that again, and I will kick you in the taco."

And now, we have a solid thirty seconds of extremely uncomfortable silence, during which time I am looking at an extremely bewildered manager standing before me, and contemplating where I will send my resumé next.  Mitch is simply shocked, which says a lot, because he knows me pretty well, and this was the first time I'd seen him speechless.

Kelli:  "Berk...creepy.  Creeeepy."
Me:  "Ah, but hilarious!"
Kelli:  "Um, no...creepy."
Me:  "Not even a little funny?"

Kelli now looks at me as if I am insane.

We get past it and wrap up the meeting. 

Five minutes later, Kelli is going around telling people that she's going to kick them in the taco.

I want to thank my friend Chris for turning me on to telling EVERYONE that I will kick them in the taco.

Peace, love, and taco kicks,

Berk

Current Mood: content content
What I hear: Mitch Hedberg - Strategic Grill Locations

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I cannot take credit for this. This was on a Craigslist posting in 2007 but it still rings true.


Hi! I'm your Technical Support Rep. I have a considerable amount of control over one or more important aspects of your daily life: television, telephone, and internet. Sometimes one, sometimes all three. Before we interact, I'd like to share some thoughts with you:

* I am here, simply put, to fix your shit. My job is not complete until said shit is fixed. Please just help me fix this shit.

* With that out of the way, know that I hate you exactly as much as you hate me. No more, no less. If you are at least relatively pleasant, I'm happy to help you- even to make small talk as I attend to the issue at hand. Conversely, if you are a total and complete jackass, I will make this the worst 10 minutes of your week.

* Neither I, nor any of my coworkers, are out to fuck you. We are not idiots. We are college graduates in technical disciplines, the vast majority of whom are here to work their way up the IT ladder to more fulfilling positions. Sometimes we have off days, sure, but we know EXACTLY what we are doing. Note that this does not apply to anyone outside of our department. They are, in all reality, idiots who are out to fuck you.

* So you've already unplugged the "internet box" and plugged it back in? Brace yourself, you're going to do it again. Most of the time I do this for a reason...unless you're a dick. Then I do it to see how mad it makes you.

* Don't lie to me- I can tell you have a router. It isn't illegal.

* To those who think they are "computer illiterate": The vast majority of the time, you are lovely customers: Patient, willing to learn, and most importantly, willing to listen. Thank you!

* To those who think they are CompSci PHD's: The vast majority of the time, you are retarded: If you already cycled your equipment and it didn't work, why did it work when I made you do it again? If you are so well educated, stay the hell out of the queue so that people who need help can get it.

* Supervisors don't have a magic wand that they can wave to make everything better. They are governed by the same protocol and use the same utilities as I do. In fact, supervisors are more likely to tell you to fuck off- believe it or not, they have other pressing issues to attend to. If a node goes down, they WILL put those 200 subscribers before you in Priorityland.

* Threatening to cancel does not intimidate us. We have an entire department that is paid to care about that, which means that I don't have to. Harsh? Sure, but I have more than enough work to do fixing shit, yelling at field techs, following up on cases, and explaining the concept of email to your grandmother that it won't cause me to lose any sleep.

* It worked fine yesterday? Oh, then I must be wrong. Let me reconsider the 40 minutes I spent troubleshooting your Win98 box. Check it out: Shit breaks (see point 1); If shit did not break, I would be mowing your lawn instead of sitting in this office.

* Speakerphone? Turn it the fuck off.

* Don't call back and have another rep troubleshoot the same problem. He will read the notes I left about how you spilled coke into your cable box. Even if he didn't, he would come to the same conclusion, and more people with undiagnosed problems would be stuck listening to that god-awful hold music.

* I am not blowing smoke when I say that I understand how frustrating it is to wait on hold, get transferred, and deal with bad agents. I too have called Dell's tech support line. The difference is that I actually DO care about your problem, so please just calm down before I kill your family.

* My company has over 20 million subscribers. I handle a region of about 2 million. To this day, none of them have ever called in to say "I just wanted you to know that my shit is working correctly." Maybe someday?



So what can I help you with today?
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www.whackyourboss.com

Wow......

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What I hear: Pennywise - Yesterdays

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My last job was working as the trainer for Tier 1 Tech Support.  During that time, I had several interesting students pass through my classroom, including a crazed drug addict (who actually introduced himself as just that on the first day).  That story is for another day, however.  Today, I'd like to talk about one of my favorite trainees of all time. 

A girl whose jeans never fit right, so she was always gracing us with the crack of her ass. 

A girl that is so adorably airheaded, that I just couldn't bring myself to fail her from training...

Everyone say "Hello" to Kim.

As part of training, I would, from time to time, give written skills assessments.  On this one, I was having the students look up modems and answer questions about various things, such as signal levels, signal-to-noise ratio, etcetera.  One of the questions was "What is the state of this modem?" meaning "Online" "Offline" "Ranging" and so on.  So as the newbies are taking the test, I notice Kim looking confused and stumped, as usual.  A few minutes later I collect the tests, and we begin reveiwing the answers aloud.  During the review, I am thumbing through the tests, looking at the answers.  I come across Kim's test, and for the most part, she had done quite well...until I get to the "State" question.  Not wanting to spoil the fun, I call on Kim to answer the question in class, and she answers just as she did on the test - "Florida". 

Now let me say here that Kim fit into my class quite well.  She is funny, has a good sense of humor, and is somewhat witty, for being such an airhead.  I assumed she was joking, and we all got a pretty good laugh out of it.  I did not believe she was serious at the time, but she convinced me of it a few hours later.  She was adamant about that modem being in Florida, and then it hit her that I was never looking for the geographical location of the modem.

*raises a glass to Kim*

Thanks for all the laughs, kid.  You definitely helped make that a fun class.

Writing this made me thing of half a dozen other funny training experiences, especially the drug addict guy.

More later.  :)

Peace, love, and Henry's Blend

Berk

Current Mood: grateful grateful
What I hear: My Chemical Romance - I'm Not Okay (I Promise)

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If you like reading our random nonsense, spread the word.  If you know anyone that works in any field of I.T., Helpdesk, or Tech Support of any kind, tell them about us, and put them in touch with us.  We would all love to have more contributors!  We love entertaining our readers, love to write our stories here, and would love to resurrect this blog. 

That's a lot of love!

The more contributors and readers we have, the better.  What we're NOT looking for is a lot of seething negativity thrown down on the site like monkeys flinging shit, unless it is wrapped up in hilarity.  The ultimate goal here is to laugh.  Every one of us brings something positive to the workplace to make it a more tolerable (if not enjoyable) place to spend forty or more hours a week, and those are the kinds of bloggers we are looking for.

Sooo, if you have a knack for storytelling, like to make people laugh, or just work at a job that provides you with an endless supply of awesome material, then hit us up, for sure.  We would love to have you on board.

Please note that we have a serious intolerance for plagiarism here at the Monkeys.  If you found it somewhere else, give credit.  That is all we ask regarding reposted material, and it is not asking for much.  We place a very high value on intellectual property, ideas, and ideals, especially those which were gracefully displayed in the public domain for all to see and enjoy.  The one obvious exception would be when doing so would divulge personal information or the identities of our customers.  We place a high value on that, too.

Everyone remember, without those customers that make your blood boil, you might be digging ditches instead, and you would have a lot less to write about!

Have fun, love life, and make it funny.  There is humor in almost everything!

Peace, love, and alarm clocks,

Berk




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Current Mood: bouncy bouncy
What I hear: The Red Hot Chili Peppers - Snow (Hey-Oh)

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I recieved this quite some time ago.  

Good day,

 I'm sure every one at (company name censored) is very busy dealing with the problem that is currently causing my home internet not to function, so it isn't my intention to add stress or make things more difficult for you (this is of course assuming that a complaint actually causes stress, and not just a (company name censored) employee's eyes to roll). So, please, relax. I'm not one to yell into the phone or computer, I'm not asking for draconian punishments or the firing of rude employees. But when my (way too expensive) internet portion of my cable/internet package repeatedly goes down in the span of a week, and today stays down for several hours to resume functionality at some point in the future (no guesses from the (company name censored) staff, which I'm not faulting you for, (obviously you're not wizards, at least not most of you), instead someone tells me that I'll have to call another number and that they can't transfer me. I call this number and receive no answer. The (company name censored) staff has been very rude today, actually hanging up on my fiance. I know if someone told me a coworker had hung up on them I'd probably assume the customer had it coming, that they had been rude or a screamer or whatever. My fiance hadn't been rude (She's too much of a honeypie, and this cannot be debated or she'll get mad and break my arm). I empathize with the employees my fiance spoke to (briefly, before being hung up on or impolitely told to call another number) as I'm sure they're frantically trying to restore my over-priced internet connection while taking calls from customers less understanding than my fiance, the sort of customers that scream like newly- birthed alien creatures whose skin reacts to the air around them by turning acidic and melting them alive (their decomposing acid-corpse spawns a beautiful flower, which will in turn produce another baby...hypothetically)when the product they are paying high dollar for stops working, and the representatives of the service provider they pay that dollar to treat them like poorly-shaven and lobotomized llamas not worthy of a minute of their own time or an answer to their questions. It's very difficult, the customer service world, with it's poorly-shaven mammals and braying jack...Thompsons. So again, please don't flog your employees, or bury them in a snow cave filled with weather-resistant bees. I'd be happy with some free internet.  

 

Sincerely, and thank you for your time

 

**Customer Name Censored** (deserving of free internet)
 
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Me: "Thank you for calling blah blah blah, how may I help you today?"
Not Smart: "Yeah, hi, I'm having trouble with the bluetooth on my phone."
Me: "Hey, no problem, I can help you with that. What seems to be the problem?"
Not Smart: "Well, I'm connected to my brother's phone, but I'm having a hard time sending him money over the Bluetooth connection."
Me: "Well that's no prob...wait...what?"
Not Smart: "I'm trying to transfer money to him over the Bluetooth connection, and it's not working..."
Me: "Hmmmm..." (I stalled because I just couldn't find the words)
Not Smart: "What do you think might be wrong?"
My head: "Well first off, how the FUCK are you going to transfer money via Bluetooth??? Oh, and when you figure it out, please share."
Me: "Well...hmmm...I'm not sure...can you walk me through the steps you're taking to send money through the Bluetooth connection?"
Not Smart: "Well first, I'm pairing with his phone, then I'm dialing #BAL# to bring up my prepaid balance, and then I'm trying to send it to him."
Me: "Is this a joke?"
Not Smart: "No...why won't it work?! My phone says it supports Bluetooth file transfers, and I want to transfer my account file to him."

So in the next five minutes, I explain to the guy what "files" really are.

Then I get to come home and write about it.

:)

School can't get here soon enough. C'mon August. Occupy this free time.

Peace, love, and vegetarian lasagna,

Berk

Current Location: Home
Current Mood: cheerful cheerful
What I hear: Mitch Hedberg - The Improv Fairy Tale

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So yeah, when I was with Mediacom, we serviced a limited number of areas.  Of those, area code 229 was one.  For those that know me well, you know also my devout distaste for area code 229, which includes Valdosta and Albany, Georgia.  The armpit of the Earth.  Now I work for a company that serves all 50 states, and a damn large chunk of Europe (we are owned by Deutsche Telekom), but we mostly take US calls and International Roaming issues.  After a couple of months of taking calls, I have still not found an area code that compares to good ol' 229 in terms of pure, unadulterated stupidity.  A prime example follows.  I'll skip through the greeting and whatnot and get to the meat and potatoes of the call.

Me: "So what can I help you with this evening?"
Tardski: "Yeah!  MAH FOAM AIN'T WUHK!"
Me: "Oh no!  Well we can't have that!  A broken cell phone keeps you out of touch with the people that are important to you!  What exactly is your phone doing?" (I have to note here, for those that have read the SupportMonkeys blog in the past, that I handle things a little differently now.  In the old days, that statement would have been completely sarcastic, but I've grown up a little these days and try to put myself in the customer's shoes, and show genuine concern.  No, really.  Yes, it's still me.  Get over it.)
Tardski: "Mah scream is banked an' ain't show shit! My foam ain't do nuttin naw! 'HEY! Ya'll shut de FUCK UP!'" (she was saying this to her young children playing in the background)
Me: "Oh no, that's awful!  Sounds like you have your hands full over there, so I will definitely do everything I can to get your phone back up and running as quickly as possible and let you get back to your children!"
Tardski: "Thank you..."
Me: "So, to get started, I'd like you to turn your phone off and back on, please."
Tardski: "Okay, how I do dat?"
(Seriously?  She's had the phone for over a year, and doesn't know how to turn it off?)
Me: "On that Motorola, you will need to press and hold the red "End Call" key to power it off.  Do you see that key?"
Tardski: "Uh, hole on..."
(While I wait, I hear the sound of a RAZR starting up.  The T-Jingle, followed by the Motorola startup tune.  Then I roll my eyes and laugh quietly to myself.)
Tardski: "Daaaayum, you fixeded it!  It's wuhkin' now!  Whut you do?"
Me: "You did it!  You fixed it!  Apparently the phone was powered off.  It could be that the button had been pressed by accident, or the battery went dead and the phone turned itself off.  If that's the case, a good night's sleep hooked up to the charger should fix it right up!  Just to make sure it's working, call your voicemail and see if it connects."
Tardski: "Oh lawd, lawd hab muhsay Jesus, oh lawd, thank you so much!  Is wuhkin' naw!"
Me: "Hey, I'm just glad I could help you get that RAZR back up and running for you.  Anything else I can help you with, before I let you go tonight?"
Tardski: "Oh no (crying) you done got it wuhkin fuh me again.  I thank ya so much!"
Me: "Glad I could help!  You have a wonderful night and a fantastic rest of your weekend!"

Okay, okay, I know...  Some of you are wondering "What the fuck, Berk??"  Back in the day, I used to take great enjoyment from mocking customers.  For some reason, being a condescending piece of shit just doesn't get me off like it used to.  I have figured out that there are two things in life that I really love.  One is fixing things and making them work.  The other is making people smile, or giving them a reason to be happy.  That feeling is nearly always reflected back, and gives me more to smile about myself.  So instead of hanging up the phone saying "What a fucking retarded ass!" and being pissed off about it, I can now hang up the phone feeling like I really helped someone out, and gave them a reason to be happy.  After all, with all of the people we come in contact with from day to day, we really have zero idea of what kind of day they have had, and who we may push closer to "the edge" by being an asshole to them and creating a bad feeling.

Call it growing up if you want, but I just don't like being a douchebag to people anymore, even retarded idiots.  I can always blog about it later though!

Much love and peanut butter,

Berk

Current Mood: complacent complacent
What I hear: Cold - Anatomy of a Tidal Wave

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So I thought I might try and get the page restarted. Berk no longer works here, he is out in Colorado chasing bears and doing God knows what to them, Roach is back in the Air Force, and Veeder still loves sheep.

Post your stories, make sure they are funny, or I'll have Frenchy build something at his desk to kill you in your sleep.

Current Location: Work
Current Mood: tired tired

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Hey people.  Who still reads this, anyway?  Comment it up and shout out!  I got, er, "promoted" to Trainer, which is not as much fun as it might sound, except that I sometimes get to beat newbies, and I do not have to do what Veeder tells me to do anymore.  Now I can scoff in his face and punch him in the nards and/or kick him in the taco.  Anyway, not a lot of time to play today, just wanted to give a shout out and see who is still out there.

Goats, rabbitjacks, and a heaping helping of tweence,

Berk

Current Location: Work
What I hear: Plain White T's - Can't Turn Away

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First the percussive sounds of sniper fire and the thrill of the kill. Then the gospel of peace.

What happened to good old-fashioned bingo games, bake sales, and grassroots door to door "save the heathen soul" tactics to swell the ranks of churches?
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Me: "Technical Support, this is Berkeley, may I help you?"
Georgian: "Yuh, mah telluhfoam beens ackin up fo' bout two weeks and a half."

First off...why did they wait until now to call...
Second, who says "two weeks and a half"?!

Current Mood: confused confused

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A woman calls to say she was just installed with internet and needed help verifying that it was working. Agent asks her to double click on the "E" on the desktop. She says she is pushing it, but all it does is pop back out and nothing else happens. Now while thinking on this quandry, the agent asks the customer about her setup, she explains the modem lights, and the fact that it only has one cord attached. So asking her to attach the ethernet cable from the modem to the computer, he finds that she hasn't got anywhere for the wire to go. After more probing, it turns out she just recently purchased a Dell computer, which was just delivered as well. Thinking about an "E" that pops out when pushed, and a new Dell computer just dropped off, what would you think is happening? Anyone know the logo currently used for Dell computers? A big "E", on the box, on the friggin cardboard box. The computer wasn't even taken out of the box and set up yet. Genius amongst our aging population. Does this bode well for us when we age so gracefully?
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A friend of a friend's adventure in a rural community:

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 Date: 2007-08-11, 10:40AM PDT


Okay, so you know that feeling that you get maybe an hour or hour and a half after eating that gives you a first faint inkling, a small surge of fear that maybe the food was bad? It's followed by cramping, then watery tidal sounds from below the equator. Then by recalling everything you ate - fish, fries, lemon, malt vinegar...TARTER SAUCE! Shit! I bet the tarter sauce was bad! Oh hell, I'm going to blow from every orifice any minute!

Now, I am not one my first lap in the pool of life, so of course, I immediately implemented Emergency Response Plan Shitstorm:
1. Immediately make any plausible excuse to step away from the client.
2. Ask the lovely new coworker you're secretly crushing on to take over with the client (double benefit - she is glad to have the opportunity, and she will be nowhere near the desk the newest person has been given right next to the bathroom).
3. Now feeling the second wave of cramps; sweat and beginning to taste a little metallic in the increasing saliva that is rising in your mouth, you begin race-walking to the can. Race-walking has two benefits: it is a bit quicker than walking, and it allows you to clamp firmly on your sphincter while you rush to the relief station.
4. Say a quick prayer to the porcelain gods that all stalls will be unoccupied.
5. As you reach the door to the bathroom, begin unclasping belt and buttons.
6. Scan for open stalls while completing step 5.
7. Dash to a stall while lowering trousers to half mast. Shout warning to anyone else present - "Save yourself! Get out NOW!"
8. As you pivot and begin lowering your butt to the toilet seat, flick the stall door shut and the lock with it. Combining these three moves saves time! Precious time...
9. Sit, relax the sphincter and ride out the storm.

Properly implemented, this plan should save you just enough time to get your ass in place, with a good seal to prevent blow back just as the gallant sphincter gives it up.

Unfortunately, because I stood that extra second or two after my instincts told me I had hideous diarrhea on the way - I was arguing with myself that maybe it was just gas - I didn't quite get a good seal before Vesuvius Crapitanus erupted.

The one other person in the room was heard to exclaim, "Holy Shit!" and "Oh my God, man!" This last was heard from the hallway just before the door slammed shut.

Once the eruptions slowed, then stopped, I began secondary response procedures - look to see if there is toilet paper...YES! Did it spray forward onto my pants...NO! Did it...oh fuck! A two foot high, glistening wall of brownish green slime covers the back of the seat, tank, wall and my white shirt. That two seconds of denial had kept me from getting a good seal. I'd have to improvise a new secondary response procedure to clean up. Remove shirt and wipe seat and wall. Clean self as best possible with toilet paper. Soap and water at the sink.

Having cleaned as best I could, I knew I only had minutes to get to my apartment before the nausea hit. Calmly as possible, I exited the bathroom, hoping to sneak shirtless down the back stairs. As I left the bathroom, another guy walked in. A second later, he came back out, gagging "Call 911, someone died in there!" I was on the stairs, then out the door, then in my car.

I made it home, spent the next 36 hours with my porcelain savior, and hoped that the new woman had made a sale. Or at least hadn't heard about the bathroom disaster and the wild-eyed, shirtless coworker seen running from the scene! I'll know tomorrow.

I did everything right, followed the playbook perfectly, but that one hesitation - the one that made me too slow - kept me from getting a good seal. And that little hesitation may just keep me from enchanting my crush, or it may even mean I need to get a new job, depending on the nicknames they've come up with for me. Still, I give myself a 9.6 because I did everything flawlessly except for sticking the landing. The other judge, who is from Romania and is a janitor when he's not judging, might give me a lower score. Damn.

(Aside to Romanian judge: Dude, I did the best I could with just a shirt. I'd have done better with a disinfectant cleaner and a mop. There'll be a bottle of pear brandy in your cart on Monday.)

Moral: "Good instincts usually tell you what to do long before your head has figured it out." Trust your instincts. Oh, and get a good seal.

Current Mood: nutteh
What I hear: Pearl Jam - Corduroy

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You know, I got to thinking...no, really.  No one ever calls to tell us that their stuff is working, or even calls with a good attitude for that matter...  So today, I'm making it "Hug a Phone Monkey" day.  Call tech support, any tech support, just to tell them to have a good day.  It only takes a minute, and can improve someone's day.  I'll be calling Alltel on my way to class today, just to say "Hi" and to wish them a good day. 

Do it, or I'll claw my way out of the padded room and come find you, bitch.

Current Mood: contemplative contemplative
What I hear: NWA - Straight Outta' Compton

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