Angry Bean
The word for today boys and girls is... bloody.
Bloody hell this bloody place bloody well sux. True bloody dinkum. It's a bloody craphole of bloody misery today. Callers are bloody idiots, with bloody whinges about every bloody thing. 'I'm getting lots of spam mail and I want to know what you people are doing about it.' More than you bloody well are you whingey bloody cow.
Grrr, hate being in crapola bloody mood like this, bring on the long bloody weekend ahead!
Except bloody sister is in town, bloody hell, there goes the bloody neighbourhood. Bloody hormonal, bitchy bloody woman she is. And then younger bloody sister will have her bloody whinge as well and the 2 of those bloody cows will bloody well ruin everyones bloody weekend.
blah blah blah blah ngh ngh ngh ngh
Think my coffee levels have reached an all-time low. Bloody hell.
Gripes of today (in no particular bloody order):
Everyone who calls me to whinge/request/demand support
People who can't get my name right (did I stutter moron?)
Slack staff on the other side of the room who couldn't pull their own weight if they had a bloody semi-trailer or crane, slack bloody bastards
Second tier support people who are nazis...yes, you know who you are you little turd
Staff members sitting beside me who keep burping..pigs
Me being in the foulest mood due to stupid arse dreams about ex-husbands, bastard
Real Estate agents who can't do their bloody job properly
People who think I'm Switch, and no, I'm not putting you through to someone you can find the number for yourself
I could go on, and in fact I probably am, my cuppa awaits however, thank bloody goodness someone in this bloody place can do something right!
*brought to you by lack of sleep, nurofen, headaches, general grumpiness and a true dislike of moronic rude-arse bumheads*
**and the fact that I can't even swear properly when truly pissed off**
Bloody hell this bloody place bloody well sux. True bloody dinkum. It's a bloody craphole of bloody misery today. Callers are bloody idiots, with bloody whinges about every bloody thing. 'I'm getting lots of spam mail and I want to know what you people are doing about it.' More than you bloody well are you whingey bloody cow.
Grrr, hate being in crapola bloody mood like this, bring on the long bloody weekend ahead!
Except bloody sister is in town, bloody hell, there goes the bloody neighbourhood. Bloody hormonal, bitchy bloody woman she is. And then younger bloody sister will have her bloody whinge as well and the 2 of those bloody cows will bloody well ruin everyones bloody weekend.
blah blah blah blah ngh ngh ngh ngh
Think my coffee levels have reached an all-time low. Bloody hell.
Gripes of today (in no particular bloody order):
Everyone who calls me to whinge/request/demand support
People who can't get my name right (did I stutter moron?)
Slack staff on the other side of the room who couldn't pull their own weight if they had a bloody semi-trailer or crane, slack bloody bastards
Second tier support people who are nazis...yes, you know who you are you little turd
Staff members sitting beside me who keep burping..pigs
Me being in the foulest mood due to stupid arse dreams about ex-husbands, bastard
Real Estate agents who can't do their bloody job properly
People who think I'm Switch, and no, I'm not putting you through to someone you can find the number for yourself
I could go on, and in fact I probably am, my cuppa awaits however, thank bloody goodness someone in this bloody place can do something right!
*brought to you by lack of sleep, nurofen, headaches, general grumpiness and a true dislike of moronic rude-arse bumheads*
**and the fact that I can't even swear properly when truly pissed off**
posted by Rom at
9:17 am
4 Comments:
Ack! That was me yesterday! Days like that you should just stay home in bed.
By
Steph, at 12:20 pm
It wasn't a certain someone's fiance doing the burping was it?
Just answer the phone with a different name each time, and tell them where to go.... They don't have call recording on, you know you can! :P
By
tokenwoman, at 6:19 pm
God I hate being baited by morons at work...Customer service is not the calling for me.
By
audrey, at 1:54 pm
Token: No, not the fiance, just the old computer guy who sits over the other side of my cubicle, the self-opinionated type who knows everything and tells everyone that he knows everything when really it's the biggest load of bollocks.
Steph: I'm staying home tomorrow and they aint a damn thing work can do about it! ;-)
Audrey: Yes, customer service Queen I am, but not with the imbeciles who keep plaguing the helldesk I'm on. Send me back to a Public Library and I can take on the world!
By
Rom, at 2:10 pm
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