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Nov. 2nd, 2007
Gilligan's Queue
Nov. 2nd, 2007 12:19 pmJust sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a call at my place
That started with a busted port
Aboard this tiny case.
The mate was a mighty techie girl,
The L2 brave and tall.
A client then set sail that day
For a three hour call, a three hour call.
The problems started getting rough,
The headset, she was tossed,
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
The client would be lost, the client would be lost.
The call set ground on the shore of this uncharted problem tree
With Tech Support
The L2s too,
Managers, and their wives,
The operator
The guy whos out traveling,
Here on Tech Support Isle!
A tale of a call at my place
That started with a busted port
Aboard this tiny case.
The mate was a mighty techie girl,
The L2 brave and tall.
A client then set sail that day
For a three hour call, a three hour call.
The problems started getting rough,
The headset, she was tossed,
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
The client would be lost, the client would be lost.
The call set ground on the shore of this uncharted problem tree
With Tech Support
The L2s too,
Managers, and their wives,
The operator
The guy whos out traveling,
Here on Tech Support Isle!
Gilligan's Queue
Nov. 2nd, 2007 12:19 pmJust sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a call at my place
That started with a busted port
Aboard this tiny case.
The mate was a mighty techie girl,
The L2 brave and tall.
A client then set sail that day
For a three hour call, a three hour call.
The problems started getting rough,
The headset, she was tossed,
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
The client would be lost, the client would be lost.
The call set ground on the shore of this uncharted problem tree
With Tech Support
The L2s too,
Managers, and their wives,
The operator
The guy whos out traveling,
Here on Tech Support Isle!
A tale of a call at my place
That started with a busted port
Aboard this tiny case.
The mate was a mighty techie girl,
The L2 brave and tall.
A client then set sail that day
For a three hour call, a three hour call.
The problems started getting rough,
The headset, she was tossed,
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
The client would be lost, the client would be lost.
The call set ground on the shore of this uncharted problem tree
With Tech Support
The L2s too,
Managers, and their wives,
The operator
The guy whos out traveling,
Here on Tech Support Isle!
One strike and you're out.
Nov. 2nd, 2007 08:34 pmI had been craving some lobster tail for a while. I've had it exactly five times in my life. And I just got paid today, so I decided to get a lobster tail from Red Lobster.
I don't like eating out. Or at least I don't like eatnig in restaurants. All my life I've had stuff done to my food because I don't pass. Or I become the audiences evening entertainment. Or both. So I usually call ahead for pickup or drive through.
I made the mistake of ordering inside to go. I waited about 20 minutes, reading my sidekick and listening to one of the folks waiting for a table about how she dissapproved of me to her husband. I decided that I would start being more confident, more secure in myself as I was. I realized now that the problem isn't me, it's everyone elses precocieved notions. But anyways....
They called my name, gave me my bag and asked for my credit card. Just as she was about to run it, I asked for it back, and then a manager. I ordered the "Lobster and Seafood Mixed Grill" Comes with scallops, shrimp and a lobster tail. What I got was scallops, shrimp with assorted shrimp tails lying in the plate and the shell of a lobster tail with no meat.
I gave the guy an earful. "Well, sometimes the lobster meat comes off the grill and the preparers don't notice." Doesn't explain the shrimp tails and the fact that one skewer had three shrinp and the other two. I got someone's leftovers.
He apologized profusely, gave me a free meal voucher, and asked me to wait while they made another dinner for me. I said no thanks, took the meal voucher and went across the street to Whataburger. The voucher is sitting in my trashcan.
Maybe I blame too much on the intolerance of others, but it only takes one absolutely verifiable issue to make me suspect everyone else. I wonder if I'd called it in or wore jeans in the restaurant if I'd gotten my actual dinner. Either way, no more Red Lobster for me. I don't crave lobster often, and the craving goes away.
I don't like eating out. Or at least I don't like eatnig in restaurants. All my life I've had stuff done to my food because I don't pass. Or I become the audiences evening entertainment. Or both. So I usually call ahead for pickup or drive through.
I made the mistake of ordering inside to go. I waited about 20 minutes, reading my sidekick and listening to one of the folks waiting for a table about how she dissapproved of me to her husband. I decided that I would start being more confident, more secure in myself as I was. I realized now that the problem isn't me, it's everyone elses precocieved notions. But anyways....
They called my name, gave me my bag and asked for my credit card. Just as she was about to run it, I asked for it back, and then a manager. I ordered the "Lobster and Seafood Mixed Grill" Comes with scallops, shrimp and a lobster tail. What I got was scallops, shrimp with assorted shrimp tails lying in the plate and the shell of a lobster tail with no meat.
I gave the guy an earful. "Well, sometimes the lobster meat comes off the grill and the preparers don't notice." Doesn't explain the shrimp tails and the fact that one skewer had three shrinp and the other two. I got someone's leftovers.
He apologized profusely, gave me a free meal voucher, and asked me to wait while they made another dinner for me. I said no thanks, took the meal voucher and went across the street to Whataburger. The voucher is sitting in my trashcan.
Maybe I blame too much on the intolerance of others, but it only takes one absolutely verifiable issue to make me suspect everyone else. I wonder if I'd called it in or wore jeans in the restaurant if I'd gotten my actual dinner. Either way, no more Red Lobster for me. I don't crave lobster often, and the craving goes away.
One strike and you're out.
Nov. 2nd, 2007 08:34 pmI had been craving some lobster tail for a while. I've had it exactly five times in my life. And I just got paid today, so I decided to get a lobster tail from Red Lobster.
I don't like eating out. Or at least I don't like eatnig in restaurants. All my life I've had stuff done to my food because I don't pass. Or I become the audiences evening entertainment. Or both. So I usually call ahead for pickup or drive through.
I made the mistake of ordering inside to go. I waited about 20 minutes, reading my sidekick and listening to one of the folks waiting for a table about how she dissapproved of me to her husband. I decided that I would start being more confident, more secure in myself as I was. I realized now that the problem isn't me, it's everyone elses precocieved notions. But anyways....
They called my name, gave me my bag and asked for my credit card. Just as she was about to run it, I asked for it back, and then a manager. I ordered the "Lobster and Seafood Mixed Grill" Comes with scallops, shrimp and a lobster tail. What I got was scallops, shrimp with assorted shrimp tails lying in the plate and the shell of a lobster tail with no meat.
I gave the guy an earful. "Well, sometimes the lobster meat comes off the grill and the preparers don't notice." Doesn't explain the shrimp tails and the fact that one skewer had three shrinp and the other two. I got someone's leftovers.
He apologized profusely, gave me a free meal voucher, and asked me to wait while they made another dinner for me. I said no thanks, took the meal voucher and went across the street to Whataburger. The voucher is sitting in my trashcan.
Maybe I blame too much on the intolerance of others, but it only takes one absolutely verifiable issue to make me suspect everyone else. I wonder if I'd called it in or wore jeans in the restaurant if I'd gotten my actual dinner. Either way, no more Red Lobster for me. I don't crave lobster often, and the craving goes away.
I don't like eating out. Or at least I don't like eatnig in restaurants. All my life I've had stuff done to my food because I don't pass. Or I become the audiences evening entertainment. Or both. So I usually call ahead for pickup or drive through.
I made the mistake of ordering inside to go. I waited about 20 minutes, reading my sidekick and listening to one of the folks waiting for a table about how she dissapproved of me to her husband. I decided that I would start being more confident, more secure in myself as I was. I realized now that the problem isn't me, it's everyone elses precocieved notions. But anyways....
They called my name, gave me my bag and asked for my credit card. Just as she was about to run it, I asked for it back, and then a manager. I ordered the "Lobster and Seafood Mixed Grill" Comes with scallops, shrimp and a lobster tail. What I got was scallops, shrimp with assorted shrimp tails lying in the plate and the shell of a lobster tail with no meat.
I gave the guy an earful. "Well, sometimes the lobster meat comes off the grill and the preparers don't notice." Doesn't explain the shrimp tails and the fact that one skewer had three shrinp and the other two. I got someone's leftovers.
He apologized profusely, gave me a free meal voucher, and asked me to wait while they made another dinner for me. I said no thanks, took the meal voucher and went across the street to Whataburger. The voucher is sitting in my trashcan.
Maybe I blame too much on the intolerance of others, but it only takes one absolutely verifiable issue to make me suspect everyone else. I wonder if I'd called it in or wore jeans in the restaurant if I'd gotten my actual dinner. Either way, no more Red Lobster for me. I don't crave lobster often, and the craving goes away.