Gilligan's Queue

[dolari]

Just 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!

Comments

[labrat78.livejournal.com]

Hey
if you can laugh about a bad day and write this

things ain't so bad after all

[carly-kai.livejournal.com]

If you have a bad day and can laugh as you write about it at work, well, that's a bit of justice in my mind.

Carly - ooops, did I hang up on you?

[labrat78.livejournal.com]

I dont remember getting a call from you ??

[audaciousd.livejournal.com]

I here merely to request further details regarding the role of the managers' wives in this scenario. :D

AudaciousD, living up to my nick for once

[audaciousd.livejournal.com]

...now that I think about it, their role is of course to ask questions that prompt exposition. :)

[tekalynn.livejournal.com]

Great filk, rotten situation. My condolences.

I pushed seven (Seven!) rollracks today and not ONE of them was emptied. If I hadn't had a sweet assistant who stayed in the fitting room while I ran rollracks myself, we would not have had ANY empty rollracks. Grrrrr.