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Aug. 22nd, 2005 01:32 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Dear angry customer,
Everytime you second-guess what I'm telling you, I get a little ruder. You might have noticed I didn't start your call off with a cheery hello how can I help you. This is because I have almost no fuck to give. I'm all fucked out.
I will help you though, I just won't help you in the way you think you need to be helped. Mechanics don't hold your hand and traipse through a magical mystery land, explaining carburettors to you in a high sing-song voice. Similarly, I'm just going to solve your problem, without making a song and dance about it.
I don't care that you think the connection is corrupt. I don't care that you received a suspicious email. I certainly don't care that your frendwhonoesalotaboutcompuders thinks that it is something to do with a proxy. No, really, its not the proxy. ...Please don't say proxy again or I will be forced to explain it to you.
The problem is that your dial-in number is incorrect. No, this is not a result of changes we have made without telling you, this is a result of you changing your account type. There really isn't any blame to apportion, you just need to change one little setting.
Your final line "Well if it was so simple why didn't you just say so? I don't see why you have to be so rude about it" is maddening and amusing. Maddening because I did say so, maybe twelve times before I actually started being rude. Amusing because I could not care less about "how you feel" about the situation. I am not here to cure your general emotional instability. I am not your psychologist and quite frankly, you couldn't pay me enough to care about you.
I solve problems. One of your problems is now solved. Psychotherapy may assist you with the others.
That is all.
Everytime you second-guess what I'm telling you, I get a little ruder. You might have noticed I didn't start your call off with a cheery hello how can I help you. This is because I have almost no fuck to give. I'm all fucked out.
I will help you though, I just won't help you in the way you think you need to be helped. Mechanics don't hold your hand and traipse through a magical mystery land, explaining carburettors to you in a high sing-song voice. Similarly, I'm just going to solve your problem, without making a song and dance about it.
I don't care that you think the connection is corrupt. I don't care that you received a suspicious email. I certainly don't care that your frendwhonoesalotaboutcompuders thinks that it is something to do with a proxy. No, really, its not the proxy. ...Please don't say proxy again or I will be forced to explain it to you.
The problem is that your dial-in number is incorrect. No, this is not a result of changes we have made without telling you, this is a result of you changing your account type. There really isn't any blame to apportion, you just need to change one little setting.
Your final line "Well if it was so simple why didn't you just say so? I don't see why you have to be so rude about it" is maddening and amusing. Maddening because I did say so, maybe twelve times before I actually started being rude. Amusing because I could not care less about "how you feel" about the situation. I am not here to cure your general emotional instability. I am not your psychologist and quite frankly, you couldn't pay me enough to care about you.
I solve problems. One of your problems is now solved. Psychotherapy may assist you with the others.
That is all.