I know why, it's because I'm a woman!
Apr. 13th, 2007 10:14 amBack story: I work for a medium sized university, doing very basic tech support. I help you change your password, I help you set up personal folders on the network, and I help you figure out Office programs.
For the first time since I've been here (for over a year and a half), I just had an asshat make me cry. He came in and my supervisor ducked! I was sitting here at the front desk, calming munching on my raisin bread and the second he walked in, my feelers went up. He asked to talk to someone about e-mails that he doesn't want coming to him (AKA spam) and some other questions. Now for the record, we're currently blocking about 80% of incoming mail and trying the best we can to stop spammers from getting in. Incoming mail people want is actually getting assigned higher spams scores and so the x-spam-score system isn't exactly as effective as one would want it to be, but it's all we've got. I sat back and my super's desk for 10 minutes while we struggled to print out the clearest document we've got on how to set up rules in Outlook for spam scores. It finally printed (for some reason my super was having trouble with printing PDFs from Adobe 8.0) and I carefully tiptoed back up front. I presented him with the documents, explaining that this is the best line of defense I can offer him, but he wasn't having it. His wife has e-mail here and she doesn't get all that crap. (Later we decided she only thinks that because she "blocks" e-mail addresses.) And ooh...the document had too much jargon in it. I asked him calmly to point out what he was having issues with. "Click the filter button," was his response. WTF? I then told him perhaps I could have him log in to the computer and we could set it up, with me walking him through it. Not good enough. He asked to speak to my supervisor. I ran to her desk and lost it. I was done with this guy. Apparently he has a reputation and my entire office/department hates him. But my super went up and told him the same things I said, only she's been able to stand up to him before. I cried. My super actually just went to talk to her head and he's going to talk to the dean of this guy's department to tell him to back off. Apparently he thinks women in general don't know what they're talking about and he'll only back down if you show him up. I'm timid and so I don't typically sound as strong as anyone else, even when I know what I'm talking about. I'm now self-medicating with Hershey's Vanilla Creme Kisses. It's only 10 o'clock. I'm here until 5.
For the first time since I've been here (for over a year and a half), I just had an asshat make me cry. He came in and my supervisor ducked! I was sitting here at the front desk, calming munching on my raisin bread and the second he walked in, my feelers went up. He asked to talk to someone about e-mails that he doesn't want coming to him (AKA spam) and some other questions. Now for the record, we're currently blocking about 80% of incoming mail and trying the best we can to stop spammers from getting in. Incoming mail people want is actually getting assigned higher spams scores and so the x-spam-score system isn't exactly as effective as one would want it to be, but it's all we've got. I sat back and my super's desk for 10 minutes while we struggled to print out the clearest document we've got on how to set up rules in Outlook for spam scores. It finally printed (for some reason my super was having trouble with printing PDFs from Adobe 8.0) and I carefully tiptoed back up front. I presented him with the documents, explaining that this is the best line of defense I can offer him, but he wasn't having it. His wife has e-mail here and she doesn't get all that crap. (Later we decided she only thinks that because she "blocks" e-mail addresses.) And ooh...the document had too much jargon in it. I asked him calmly to point out what he was having issues with. "Click the filter button," was his response. WTF? I then told him perhaps I could have him log in to the computer and we could set it up, with me walking him through it. Not good enough. He asked to speak to my supervisor. I ran to her desk and lost it. I was done with this guy. Apparently he has a reputation and my entire office/department hates him. But my super went up and told him the same things I said, only she's been able to stand up to him before. I cried. My super actually just went to talk to her head and he's going to talk to the dean of this guy's department to tell him to back off. Apparently he thinks women in general don't know what they're talking about and he'll only back down if you show him up. I'm timid and so I don't typically sound as strong as anyone else, even when I know what I'm talking about. I'm now self-medicating with Hershey's Vanilla Creme Kisses. It's only 10 o'clock. I'm here until 5.
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Date: 2007-04-13 02:26 pm (UTC)This site has helped me keep my sanity: Bastard Operator From Hell (http://members.iinet.com.au/~bofh/)
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Date: 2007-04-13 02:31 pm (UTC)As for that kind of bollocks, I've had that so many times I've lost count. One example, $LUSER rings up, has a problem with, surprise!, some mailbox rules. He was setting up client-side rules and then wondering why they didn't work when he moved to another machine (no roaming profiles). After my trying to explain that and suggest that he use server-side rules only for the important stuff of moving mail around, he utterly refused to look at what I was suggesting and asked to speak to someone who knew what "he" was talking about.
Ok, I fobbed the wanker off onto one of my male colleagues. $COLLEAGUE tries to talk him through modifying a rule to make it server-side only, but after about 15 minutes, $USER is giving him grief, so $COLLEAGUE says, "Look, if you don't believe that it's the easiest solution, I can pass you onto the Exchange admin, who can talk you through it."
Call comes back to ME. I loooooved taking it. $LUSER goes "Er, um, I just don't quite understand the difference..." and was as docile as a lamb for the remainder of the call (which took a total of 5 minutes to sort, once he stopped being a wanker).
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Date: 2007-04-13 02:50 pm (UTC)I share the pain. At least your supervisor & mgt are backing you up. I've had days & bosses who didn't.
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Date: 2007-04-13 02:53 pm (UTC)a) I had asshats think I was a woman
b) Therefore I automatically didn't know what I was doing
*Grrr* People like that make me ashamed of my gender.
And M&Ms are good for self-medicating :-)
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Date: 2007-04-13 03:43 pm (UTC)I have a "sweet" voice, but even when telling someone "no," repeatedly, eventually they back down. I joke about crying on the phone at people to make them stop being asses... but from the sounds of this guy, he'd probably thump his chest, grunt, and say something stupid like, "This why wimmins don't belong in mans' work! Buh!"
At that point, pelt him with Hershey's and tell him to GTFO. ::hugs:: I really hope you have a better day. Happy Friday the 13th. ;_;
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Date: 2007-04-13 03:52 pm (UTC)Chocolate for self-medicating is the best response. Second is having a manager and coworkers who are willing and able to run interference.
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Date: 2007-04-14 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-13 04:01 pm (UTC)If you've access to a colour printer, you may want to print out this particular webcomic panel:
Queen of Wands (http://www.queenofwands.net/d/20040324.html)
I used to have this sitting rather prominently on my cubicle wall.
I also second the recommendations for the BOFH stories, and the scary devil monastery - both of these have been very useful to me in retaining my sanity through over five years of tech support. Or at least ensuring that the bodies are very well hidden indeed...
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Date: 2007-04-13 05:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-13 11:13 pm (UTC)I think it'd be better sometimes to put them onto the most non-soprano voiced person you can, and have them um and ah and then say "sorry, i just have to check with
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Date: 2007-04-14 03:03 am (UTC)And yes, BOFH is fab.
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Date: 2007-04-13 08:17 pm (UTC)There's so much advice out there about how to "toughen up" and stand up to angstwankers, but you know what? Being badgered by angstwankers shouldn't be part of your job description. It would be so nice to refuse service to him on the grounds of him being a stupid jerk.
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Date: 2007-04-13 08:40 pm (UTC)::hands over the booze and the shotgun::
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Date: 2007-04-14 08:01 am (UTC)hes probably just not been laid in years or ever, your young, good looking and he hates you for it
besides he probably needs to find something to do when hes not gratifying himself over pictures of animals. Dont let losers like that get to you.
chin up
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Date: 2007-04-14 07:08 pm (UTC)Frankly, this guy you're talking about -- with his misogynistic tendencies that'd be a "Hello. We're the nice people from HR. How do you want your LARTing today?" level of offense here.
The official BOFH site is at: http://bofh.ntk.net/Bastard_Indexes.html -- Simon rocks.
My LARTs-of-preference?
Digital: telnet to switch.... show fdb [luser mac address]... disable port [luser port]. (ooh, look, luser has no network. whaddapity.)
Physical: There is a steel desk support, lying next to my desk, with a dent in it. Not that I've ever *actually* used it, but it's good enough to scare students :-). In real terms... we are on very good terms with the lovely Campus Security guys... :-)
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Date: 2007-04-15 06:01 pm (UTC)Re: nsts
Date: 2007-04-16 04:50 pm (UTC)yay for us!
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Date: 2007-04-16 09:17 pm (UTC)And thanks muchly re: the name. I am to amuse!
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Date: 2007-04-16 09:31 pm (UTC)Re: nsts
Date: 2007-04-16 09:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-28 09:20 am (UTC)"Should you be responsible for abusing a representative of our department, they will promptly be sent to the nearest watering hole for an hour to have a beer or calming beverage of their choice. You will pay the tab. You will pay their wage for the hour.
"You will also have a big red rosette pinned to your desk which says 'I enjoy hurling abuse'. You will keep it there for a week.
"We may also, at our discretion, change your entry in the electronic telephone directory to something of our choosing.
"You have been warned."
In fact, you know what? It should be in the company handbook.