An outside group had bought pizza for teacher appreciation week and it was being served in the library. 40 minutes ago the fire alarm goes off.
I had to fucking yell at teachers to stop shoveling pizza onto plates and evacuate. I had to stop a teacher from trying to unlock the library and go in to get pizza after we had cleared it and were evacuating out of the building. Once outside, the students are supposed to move back past these planters to give room for emergency vehicles. Only 1 security guard and myself were trying to move them back. A dozen teachers just standing there doing nothing including curriculum specialists.
It wasn't even a senior prank. It was a legit alarm going off due to construction. Like fucking do you fucking jobs.
If there is free pizza and that pizza is at risk of being destroyed before it can be eaten it is my job to eat it.
But it is my specific job to clear the library and all connected rooms. Fuck having those idiots get me in trouble.
Trust me, in this scenario your best option is to help me eat the pizza to hasten your evacuation.
Some people are just dumb as shit until you call them on it.
I mean, don't get me wrong, calling them on it only fixes it some of the time, but it's worth a shot. There will always be people who are just weapons-grade stupid and can't be helped.
I don't have this problem with e-mail but I have to admit that my IQ drops about 50 points any time I have to explain a problem to someone over the phone.
In my head: "I have two accounts with the same ISP and need to close the older one."
On the phone: "So I have two accounts with your company, you know how you bought out that other company recently? I was a customer with them and my internet account was migrated over, it's a wireless broadband account, and I called a few days ago and the guy said I should make a new account and then close the old one, I've done that and the new account is working and I need to close the old one, but I don't have the account number for it, well I do but it's the account number for the old account, I mean the old company, the one that your company bought, but I don't think it's the same numbering system for you now. I can see it online on my account, I mean not "account", like my login profile thing on your website? But I can't deactivate it so I need you to do that. The old account I mean. Oh you're putting me through to another department for that? OK cool."
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TonkkaSome one in the club tonightHas stolen my ideas.Registered Userregular
edited May 2019
You sound like a customer I deal with daily. Not one in particular, just, one of them
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Trust me, in this scenario your best option is to help me eat the pizza to hasten your evacuation.
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The nice thing about guillotines is that they all become carbon neutral after just one or two uses.
I don't have this problem with e-mail but I have to admit that my IQ drops about 50 points any time I have to explain a problem to someone over the phone.
In my head: "I have two accounts with the same ISP and need to close the older one."
On the phone: "So I have two accounts with your company, you know how you bought out that other company recently? I was a customer with them and my internet account was migrated over, it's a wireless broadband account, and I called a few days ago and the guy said I should make a new account and then close the old one, I've done that and the new account is working and I need to close the old one, but I don't have the account number for it, well I do but it's the account number for the old account, I mean the old company, the one that your company bought, but I don't think it's the same numbering system for you now. I can see it online on my account, I mean not "account", like my login profile thing on your website? But I can't deactivate it so I need you to do that. The old account I mean. Oh you're putting me through to another department for that? OK cool."
I'd better ask them if I get to have weird fumes blown up my bum.