IT Support
Our IT support guy has been in the job since 1979, and never misses an opportunity to pick up a mouse and say "Hello computer" into it, Star Trek-style. Tell us your tales from the IT support cupboard, either from within or without.
( , Thu 24 Sep 2009, 12:45)
Our IT support guy has been in the job since 1979, and never misses an opportunity to pick up a mouse and say "Hello computer" into it, Star Trek-style. Tell us your tales from the IT support cupboard, either from within or without.
( , Thu 24 Sep 2009, 12:45)
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The Grand old duke of York
One of the 24x7 help desk workers too a call from an irate user who couldn't print.
Working through the flow chart as they do he asked the user his last name.
"I'm the Duke of York" says the user (Prince Andrew of course"
"is Your your last name then ?" asks the 24x7 bod.
"No, I am the Duke of York" replies Andrew."
"You must have a last name though, everyone has a last name." says the bod.
"tell you what I'll just put down as York, shall I"
Fits and splutters from the end of the phone...
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 2:23, 1 reply)
One of the 24x7 help desk workers too a call from an irate user who couldn't print.
Working through the flow chart as they do he asked the user his last name.
"I'm the Duke of York" says the user (Prince Andrew of course"
"is Your your last name then ?" asks the 24x7 bod.
"No, I am the Duke of York" replies Andrew."
"You must have a last name though, everyone has a last name." says the bod.
"tell you what I'll just put down as York, shall I"
Fits and splutters from the end of the phone...
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 2:23, 1 reply)
Hahahahahahahah, the pompous git!
Mr Quar plays in a golf competition at Windsor Castle every couple of years, where he hears amusing stories about this upper-class idiot's constant twattery.
One example: when Sir hits the ball way off-mark and it lands near your party, interrupting your play, YOU have to go and apologise to HIM for getting in his way.
After all, it IS Mummy's course!
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 5:54, closed)
Mr Quar plays in a golf competition at Windsor Castle every couple of years, where he hears amusing stories about this upper-class idiot's constant twattery.
One example: when Sir hits the ball way off-mark and it lands near your party, interrupting your play, YOU have to go and apologise to HIM for getting in his way.
After all, it IS Mummy's course!
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 5:54, closed)
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