Wednesday, July 21, 2004

 
If you work for a corporation and you're a cubicle dweller, there are times when you call on Tech Support.
 
These guys are great, but you can be stuck in an uncomprising position when they're delving into your shit.  

Example one,  Which happened to me the other day.  I've got the guy in my cube dealing with email problems in  Outlook .   My neighbor Mike thinks it's cool to send emails with such titles as "You were great last night, it hurts to sit down".  I can only hope that "Deepak the techie's" laugh was in appreciation of a good natured prank.  Although he's been giving me funny looks lately.

The worst is when they need your password so they can fix your shit remotely.  Telling a guy two years removed from Bombay that your password is "DeezNutz73" only serves to confuse him. (Note, password is since changed).

I take comfort in knowing that another dept's manager had to tell this guy her password was "Pussyfart".

 

 




Comments:
"goatbukkake". Despite making it public, it's still an unbreakable password...
 
Pussyfart!
hahahahahahahaha
 
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