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[random-c.livejournal.com]

Dear Supermarket Laptop Salesman,
Do NOT try to out-techie me. Especially don't try to out-techie me when you clearly don't understand that there is a difference between desktop and mobile components and that they have not, in fact, fitted 'that huge card' inside the laptop. I realise I'm younger than you and female and so it breaks your little brain, but you've probably used a machine I installed and am responsible for and you're reminding me of myself ten years ago.
I realise that I'm hardly the average customer, and I get that you understand far more than your colleagues, but still. If you really *must* try to out-techie me, *accept defeat* when I start looking peeved and point out that I have more experience than you.
Here's a hint - 'accepting defeat' does NOT involve flirting with me. Here's another hint - That bloke who I was talking to just now before he wandered off to take a support call from a friend? The one who's a good 8" taller than you and several stone of muscle heavier? He's NOT MY DAD. Plus he knows more about laptops than you and he cuts down trees for a living.
No Love, Me.

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[brothersterno.livejournal.com]

when my female co workers would occasionally get girl'd, I would offer to take their call, and then I would pretend to be completely ignorant, and refer to the colleague who had transfered the call as the expert on the subject. Personal favorite way to fix douche bag customers.

[random-c.livejournal.com]

Oh, when I got it on the helpdesk, I'd just say I was transferring them to a supervisor, put them on hold for a minute, then take them off putting on an accent. I'd normally 'transfer' them back quite quickly. I was never hit on while working helpdesk, though.
In person, what one friend called my 'f-off field' usually stops anyone giving me grief but apparently where Himself lives, they're immune. Mind you, he has recently had to deal with a drunk who wanted to put his arm in the chipper (a machine that reduces trees to convenient 2" bits) and someone threatening him while he was holding a running chainsaw.
When I was a teenager, I was basically paid in comics to go and hang around in the comics shop for an hour on saturdays in a miniskirt, as it upped their sales, especially if I varied the time as certain lads would keep coming back to see if I was there. When I was 19 or so, I would dress up in a rubber skirt and push-up top to go shopping at the computer fairs, as it got me quite large discounts. More if I took a 'girlfriend'.
In all that time, I was never really flirted with. Nobody dared talk to me in the comic shop except to ask me to let them get to a particular title, and the sales droids in the computer fair just dribbled and didn't bother checking that 'someone over there' had foo for £bar less. Now, though, in my thirties, untidy hair, shapeless clothes, no make-up and a couple of stone heavier and I get flirted with *even with the boyfriend there*. It's not that I'm angry about it so much as that it derails my train of thought.

[the-hunter.livejournal.com]

But to be fair, it isn't the first time your boyfriend has been mistaken for your dad. maybe I *should* consider toning the grey out of my hair...again....

[random-c.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but to be fair to the chap in Big Yellow, I had *mentioned* my Dad while you were looking at stuff, so it was the obvious assumption to make...

[random-c.livejournal.com]

Plus, you *know* you'll get the Master jokes if you do that.

[canray.livejournal.com]

*Sings the Lumberjack song while wearing a Mountie Dress Uniform*

[mattcaron.livejournal.com]

Beat me to it....

That reminds me.. I need to make sure the chainsaw starts so I can trim up the apple trees before they bud out...

[random-c.livejournal.com]

Now there's an image I could have done without...

[canray.livejournal.com]

For some reason, I feel an uncontrollable urge to pay royalties to the Mouse Corporation.

[canray.livejournal.com]

I so have to find that band that used a Chainsaw as a musical instrument!

[jokergirl.livejournal.com]

Be happy it's this way round.
When I was in highschool, both teachers and students routinely mistook my dad for my boyfriend.

Oh ew.

;)

[the-hunter.livejournal.com]

I did it once before...went from grey to a deep shiny black. Hair and goatee beard.
I was happy with the look, until one of my friends rang me and asked if I'd stopped minging yet.
After being somewhat shocked, I realised that she meant I looked like Ming the Merciless.






At least, I hope she did...