Thursday, October 10, 2002
Kharmic Shit Hammer |5:11 PM|
The company for which I perform my services as master Dispatcher and Help Desk-er (And defender of the faith) recently laid off a crapload of internal tech support guys. One of these was my primary point of contact at the customer company, but this isn't about him. This is about this other jerk, let's call him M.V.
M.V. had a terrible habit of just calling me up, and "requesting" that I look at a printer "as soon as possible". If I didn't hurry, I'd start to get more phone calls or emails or just generally shit from this guy. He was an arrogant prick on the phone, and invincible since he was an actual employee. I could do nothing except grudgingly break procedure and fix this guy's plotters. We were discussing the latest lay-offs during a smoke break, and the firing of a well known "guy who deals with plotters or something" was mentioned by one of my techs. Vid and I pressed for details, "which building were you in?" "Was it an HP plotter?" "Was his name.... M.V.?"
When the answer of "Yeah! That's it. I knew I'd heard that name before" Vid and I were already jumping around like idiots. We hadn't cheered or really reacted at all when our P.O.C. announced his depature, but this M.V. guy was clear case of "Asshole gettin' shitcanned". Admittedly, it does blow that he's canned in such a shitty job market, and we did react in a highly unproffesional manner.
heh.
Oh, if you've been reading this blog for some time, you might recall me writing about how I got tasked with tracking all the printer ips at this company. Long story short, the woman (Let's call her Marianne) who's (seemingly) only job is to keep track of IP's and hand them out was impossible to get a hold of. She didn't reply to email, and her voicemail clearly states that she doesn't normally return phone calls. FUCK. I had to CC: her boss, my boss, and my point of contact guy just to put enough fear into her to elicit a response. A response that turned out to be utterly useless. The next day I find out that now *I'm* in charge of all printer IP's. Great.
So this jackass calls me, and is requesting an IP. After several calls back and forth, it becomes clear it's not my area, that he has to talk to Mari.
Me: "Yeah, looks like I have no control over that lab. You'll have to talk to DNS-GROUP-US."
Him: *deep sigh* "Oh, are you sure?" (1)
Me: "Yeah."
Him: "Oh. That's...that's Mari, isn't it?"
Me: "I'm afraid so"
Him: "Okay. Thank you"
The moment marked (1) is when I could hear him deflate. A tiny piece of his soul died, simply because he would have to deal with Mari.
The point of this? I'm not the only one who has been tortured by this woman. I'm thinking about starting a support group.
But yeah. Work is stupid and boring. With any luck, y'all skipped this.
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