On the Bus

[rhonan.livejournal.com]

I recognized you on the bus
by your voice.
I'd called you earlier
to solve your problem.
I delayed my lunch, again,
to help someone.
And when I had done
all that I could,
I paged a field tech to your aid.
Another lunch was missed
in answering the call.
And when he finally caught up with you,
while you were at your desk,
he found the network cable I'd had you check,
neatly coiled b'neith the table,
connected only to air
And here I now sit,
frustrated and weary,
as you bitch to your friend how long we took,
to solve your 'simple' problem.

Comments

[liquidmercurial.livejournal.com]

*gaping mouth wide eyed*

That's as close as I could get to describing my face as I read this... These are the moments you want to kill kill kill.

[jadedusoliel.livejournal.com]

There is talk of my company opening up our service to the local DSL company. My mother is looking to get DSL and would most likely get the equipment that we sell. My trainer didn't understand how serious I was when I said if I got my mother or father on the phone I was going to just transfer the call. *shudders at the thought of teching a call for my mom* "Mom you're not listening to me! You never listen to me."

[rwmidl.livejournal.com]

Haha. I love my parents, but I hate getting calls from my dad at times when he has problems with his computer.

[chickenfart.livejournal.com]

I like your pic. Are you one of them Guardian Angels?