When I got to work this morning my computer wouldn’t work so I called the Help Desk in New Delhi, India.
After exchanging pleasantry’s yes Clinton was a handsome devil, yes Bush was bad, and yes Obama is good.
I asked her what see thought of Lovie Smith Head coach of the Chicago Bears after listening to 5 minutes of uncontrolable raucous laughter I hung up.
Sadly my computer is still fucked up.
They were downloading some massive new software program Tues. nite. They warned us there might be problems.
The funny thing is they called it Smartware or some shit.
What pissed me off was some IT monkey was controling my computer for most of the day I’d no sooner start working on something and the cursor would move on it’s own and click me out from what I was doing then it would start downloading shit and finally it froze up.
Slim, even my horrible brain, which is preoccupied with a 22 year old retired stripper, knows that he’s talking about his company’s system and not a personal computer.
Geez, I wish I could say “22 year old retired stripper” because I was involved with one.
I know that. I also know that the “Help Desk” that many companies use are less than helpful. For example, my work laptop died at the beginning of this month. Even though I was due to have it replaced, it took a week to replace it. During that time I did nothing productive. When the new computer arrived, it turned out the the DVD/CR R/W drive while it was acknowledged by the system, couldn’t be read from. I reported that a week ago tomorrow and still don’t have a working drive. This means I can’t load the tools I need to do my job. Sometimes you have to take things into your own hands.