Stupid CoWorkers

work in a call center for a certain city’s 311 center, on the overnight shift. I spend 10 hours a night sitting at a desk playing webgames and reading e-mail and maybe fielding 9 calls a night… One of my co-workers whom we shall name “Mudbutt” has a little problem… At this point we haven’t established whether it is a femenine or flatulent odor, but it is foul beyond comparison.

Every night she goes to lunch at about 2:30am, and comes back at 3:30am. usually around 3:45 there is a strange stench spreading throughout the office… Now, I can understand a little fart cutting loose every once and a while, but the reek we experience is unholy beyond belief… think of a rotten egg/baby diaper scent… sulphrous and strong, and it doesn’t go away. Basically every ten minutes we get a strong whiff, and this goes on for a few minutes.

We have hinted at the problem, brought out candles (but we can’t burn them) and aerosol scents, etc. Nothing is strong enough to cover it up except perhaps lysol.

The worst part of it is that she laughs at us when we complain. One night she complained of “stomach pains” and we heard a loud noise that sounded like a soft burp, and this fish scent started getting stronger and stronger. I don’t even want to guess what it was, but I did submit a bid for a new shift…

Stupid CoWorkers

I work in a small office environment, and our manager is a very hard person to please. He has his Favorites, then the next down are the Liked, and the rest of us are merely Drones, apparently there to do the Liked and the Favorites’ jobs for them. Whenever Mary or John Favorite, or Sue or Linda Liked, go to Mr. Boss and tell him they have too much work to do, then Mr. Boss calls in Bob or Sally or Jane Drone to give them a hand.

Stupid Customers

Customer: “I got DSL, but it’s not working.”

Tech Support: “What kind of modem do you have?”

Customer: “Ummm, I dont know. It’s built into my laptop.”

Tech Support: “Ok, did you receive the modem package we sent out?”

Customer: “Modem package??”

Tech Support: “Well, it looks like the modem was shipped to (address), Pennsylvania.”

Customer: “I don’t live in Pennsylvania. I live in New York.”

Tech Support: “Huh. Do you know this Pennsylvania address?”

Customer: “Yes, that’s my Mom’s house.”

Tech Support: “Ok, this DSL phone number you gave me — is that your mother’s number?”

Customer: “Yes, they told me in order for me to have DSL, I need to have your company’s phone service. My mother has it, so I gave them her telephone number.”

Stupid CoWorkers

The idiot office manager at the bizzarro law firm I used to work at was REALLY dumb. She’d started out there as the receptionist and had gotten her promotion because of an affair she was currently having with the managing partner. Whatever the current receptionist said was considered law. Now, at the time (mid 90’s) at every other law firm I’d worked at, we’d billed clients for long distance calls. It was a simple system, you wrote down the number you called and the time and date and what client you made the call on behalf of. When the phone bill came, receptionists all over the city simply went through the bill, found each charge and added it to the slip on each long distance call and that was sent to the billing department and it went on the bill (this was a few years back before computer systems evolved that tracked phone calls like this).