G: Yes, my girlfriend is from another country.
RandomGirlAtWork*:Oh, nice!. I am not racist
G: Ok...
RGAW: For real!. My best friend is black, gay and brazilian.
G: You do know that telling those things about a person above all is racist, right?
RGAW: No way!. You are saying that because you are the racist.
G: You are the one who talks about your gay, black, and brazilian friend.
RGAW: No, I am not. I was just merely stating a point.
G: A racist point.
RGAW: Fuck you.
*A girl doing extra hours around here for the time being. She's hot as fuck, though.
On the other hand, I shouldn't be so hard (pun intended) on her, she's blond. And, well, we can't make fun of those people. That would be racist.
Yes, that was irony, thanks for asking.
Showing posts with label Work.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Work.. Show all posts
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
I'm going to get fired for this
G: Hi, thanks for calling [Name of Help Desk], How can I help you?
User: Hi, my name is X and I'm having problems with my phone. Can you hear me?
G: No, I can't hear you, sir.
User: Oh, all right, will call you back later then.
G: Sure thing. Have a nice day, sir.
User: Hi, my name is X and I'm having problems with my phone. Can you hear me?
G: No, I can't hear you, sir.
User: Oh, all right, will call you back later then.
G: Sure thing. Have a nice day, sir.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
It's going to be a long day...
G: Hi, thanks for calling [Name of Help Desk], How can I help you?
User: Hi, my name is [Name] and I want to make a report
G: On what, sir?
U: My Microsoft doesn't work
G: Your what, sir?
U: My Microsoft, kid. Don't you know what it is?
G: Sir, Microsoft is a large software company that makes a lot of programs, for example, Microsoft Office, or Microsoft Windows. I need to know in what software the problem is, so I can help you.
U: The Microsoft, asshole. Are you retarded or something?
G: Sir...
U: Let me talk to your supervisor
G: Sir, I'm in charge of this shift.
U: FUCK YOU. *hangs up*
User: Hi, my name is [Name] and I want to make a report
G: On what, sir?
U: My Microsoft doesn't work
G: Your what, sir?
U: My Microsoft, kid. Don't you know what it is?
G: Sir, Microsoft is a large software company that makes a lot of programs, for example, Microsoft Office, or Microsoft Windows. I need to know in what software the problem is, so I can help you.
U: The Microsoft, asshole. Are you retarded or something?
G: Sir...
U: Let me talk to your supervisor
G: Sir, I'm in charge of this shift.
U: FUCK YOU. *hangs up*
Saturday, February 26, 2011
The Adventures of Ghondar at Work: Vol.1
(Yeah, this is a repost of something I wrote on WCM, the first posts will be like that, and then it's all new material... sadly).
I work in a Help Desk for a big airline every weekend and holidays, so I can't complain about the amount of work, to be honest. But I can complain about my co-workers.
Picture this: A big fucking office, completely empty, except four seats (including mine). So, we try to seat together, just because it's very very lonely sometimes (and that phrase will get another meaning soon), and we use the free time we have to chat, and have fun.
There are four people in here (we are six, but the rest aren't working exactly with us):
1) Michael: Cool but pervert.
2) Steve: A guy who speaks in another language enterily. And I'm not so sure that it's from the Earth.
3) Myself
4) And Susan: The little bitch from Hell.
Why, you are asking, I describe her like that?
It's because I hate her.
It's not like the way I hate techno music, or Uwe Boll. This is pure, incredible hate, born in the bottom of my heart, and fueled by everything she does or say. Everytime I see her it's like that episode of Friends, where Brad Pitt hates Jennifer Anniston, but without the fucking at the end of the show.
Susan, a few months ago, was fucking a supervisor. That's nothing of my business at all (specially the "fucking" part), but she insisted, and I mean, really insisted that I should know everything about them. Everything.
She complains that he uploaded to facebook (really) some old photos. In those photos, John (the supervisor) was with her ex girlfriend, the girl who lived with him for 8 long years. They broke up 9 months ago, and it's been four since John and Susan started dating.
The conversation goes something like this:
S: But he should (emphasis on should) know that I hate those photos
G: Did you tell him?
S: No, but I clicked in one of the photos the "I like" part. He...like...should know it's ironic
G: So, let me see if I understand, you complain that your current guy, who isn't your boyfriend by the way, you are just fucking him, uploads some photos to facebook where you can see her ex girlfriend, the girl that was his partner for 8 years, the same girl that had some serious shit with him (marriage plans and all that), the very same girl that dumped him 9 months ago. Not only that, you expect that he should realize his mistake by reading, in an ironic way, some shit Facebook has?
S: Yes, that's about it.
G: ...god damn it, I hate you. You are everything that I hate in a woman.
S: You are so cute, G ^^
G: I'm dead fucking serious
S: ^^
Please tell me that I'm not wrong and she's crazy. Or retarded. Please, give the the hope that not all is lost with the world.
Or a 9.mm. That should work too.
I work in a Help Desk for a big airline every weekend and holidays, so I can't complain about the amount of work, to be honest. But I can complain about my co-workers.
Picture this: A big fucking office, completely empty, except four seats (including mine). So, we try to seat together, just because it's very very lonely sometimes (and that phrase will get another meaning soon), and we use the free time we have to chat, and have fun.
There are four people in here (we are six, but the rest aren't working exactly with us):
1) Michael: Cool but pervert.
2) Steve: A guy who speaks in another language enterily. And I'm not so sure that it's from the Earth.
3) Myself
4) And Susan: The little bitch from Hell.
Why, you are asking, I describe her like that?
It's because I hate her.
It's not like the way I hate techno music, or Uwe Boll. This is pure, incredible hate, born in the bottom of my heart, and fueled by everything she does or say. Everytime I see her it's like that episode of Friends, where Brad Pitt hates Jennifer Anniston, but without the fucking at the end of the show.
Susan, a few months ago, was fucking a supervisor. That's nothing of my business at all (specially the "fucking" part), but she insisted, and I mean, really insisted that I should know everything about them. Everything.
She complains that he uploaded to facebook (really) some old photos. In those photos, John (the supervisor) was with her ex girlfriend, the girl who lived with him for 8 long years. They broke up 9 months ago, and it's been four since John and Susan started dating.
The conversation goes something like this:
S: But he should (emphasis on should) know that I hate those photos
G: Did you tell him?
S: No, but I clicked in one of the photos the "I like" part. He...like...should know it's ironic
G: So, let me see if I understand, you complain that your current guy, who isn't your boyfriend by the way, you are just fucking him, uploads some photos to facebook where you can see her ex girlfriend, the girl that was his partner for 8 years, the same girl that had some serious shit with him (marriage plans and all that), the very same girl that dumped him 9 months ago. Not only that, you expect that he should realize his mistake by reading, in an ironic way, some shit Facebook has?
S: Yes, that's about it.
G: ...god damn it, I hate you. You are everything that I hate in a woman.
S: You are so cute, G ^^
G: I'm dead fucking serious
S: ^^
Please tell me that I'm not wrong and she's crazy. Or retarded. Please, give the the hope that not all is lost with the world.
Or a 9.mm. That should work too.
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