• Here in one piece, and slightly less deaded.

    I ended up getting in at about 12:30 or so last night, give or take, and
    we spent pretty much the next hour or so just catching up, talking and
    the like. She was pretty tired after all that, and I probably should
    have been; I did manage to get *some* sleep on the way down, but not as
    much as I needed. So at about 1:30 or closer to 2, we ended up crashing.
    Usually I’m not the kind of person to notice or even acknowledge the
    little details, but in this particular case, it’s a kind of hard to miss
    little detail.
    It’s a hell of a lot more relaxing if, after a trip like yesterday’s,
    you can actually settle in with someone else just to kill a couple hours
    talking about whatever. Neither of us moved until about 20 to 7 this
    morning, and only because for reasons beyond my comprehension she
    actually willingly got up for work. I’ve been kind of dinking around
    here in the meantime, doing the occasional little thing that would have
    probably been done later anyway, but I’m here and such so it got done
    now. I’m apparently supposed to meet someone she works with at some
    point tonight, so getting dressed is on the list of things to do
    whenever I decide to stop being so goddamn lazy as hell. Hmm. This entry
    didn’t actually have a whole lot of a point to it. Oh well.

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  • Weekend in review, and go time.

    It’s official, I can has lazy. But I still managed to complete 2/3 of my Christmas shopping on Saturday. So far, I’ve gotten things formom, dad, the brotherling, and half of Jessica’s (lj user=”samari76″>) gift. The other half I’ll be getting when I come back from her place next week. Sunday was pretty well spent in lazyville, and Monday was taken up with getting things ready to go. Today is pretty well a writeoff. I got up this morning, packed up my crap, and now the only thing I need to do pre-departure is wait for my phone to charge. Fun shtuff, to be sure. Which it’s apparently just done. Which makes this a whole lot easier. Now, I just go be all listening for the call from the motherling that says she’s parkinglotted. T minus 13 hours and counting.

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  • Random tangent.

    I broke down and reinstalled AIM a couple weeks back, and officially got my first, like, ever random and completely clueless IM tonight. Apparently, the guy in question has absofuckinglutely no clue what he’s doing when it comes to talking to people.

    UnlivingCoho (8:23:25 PM): Oh me, oh my.

    arinieth (8:25:50 PM): sorry?

    UnlivingCoho (8:26:22 PM): haha

    UnlivingCoho (8:26:31 PM): can i ask who this may be?

    arinieth (8:26:45 PM): was just about to ask you the same thing.

    UnlivingCoho (8:27:00 PM): haha…my name is josh niese..

    UnlivingCoho (8:27:03 PM): and you are?

    arinieth (8:27:20 PM): someone who doesn’t know you.

    UnlivingCoho (8:27:32 PM): then why did you IM me first?! lol

    arinieth (8:29:12 PM): according to my window, you IMed me.

    UnlivingCoho (8:29:58 PM): oh..well then i’m sorry… i didn’t do it on purpose… have no clue what happened

    arinieth (8:31:00 PM): UnlivingCoho (8:23:25 PM): Oh me, oh my.

    arinieth (8:31:06 PM): that’s the first thing in this window over here.

    Am I the only one here at the moment going “Huh?”?

  • James 1, Greyhound sucks.

    So. Road trip planning adventures took another turn this week. I called into the greyhound station last thursday or friday, and telephone monkey told me I should have no problem purchasing a round trip ticket to go see Jessica (samari76) over her thanks giving next week. I get to the station yesterday, and right off the bat I have this feeling like it’s gonna go nowhere fast. We get this middle-eastern fuck who probably should have been running a mob operation, not sitting behind the counter at a bus station, and from the get go he’s giving off the appearance of a guy who really can’t be bothered blowing a few precious minutes talking to such lowly individuals as Trish’s husband and myself. I’d say something, he’d start talking literally before I even got half of what I was saying out of my mouth. Then he’d walk away. While I’m still talking, mind you. Eventually, he ended up coming back, saying he can’t put the round trip through to there and there’s nothing we can do about it. Trish’s husband speaks up, and again, buddy turns around and walks off before he’s finished. He comes back and says the same thing. I start to tell him well fine, so we’ll make it 3 distinct transactions. I know they can do that, because out of boredom I worked it out online and it didn’t fall over on me. But again, the little prick cuts me off and says they can’t put it through. Trish’s husband suggested we grab someone from security, or a manager, but truth be told, and this coming from someone who’s not usually the type to swing first and ask questions later, if I’d stuck around there trying to get a word in edgewise with this guy much longer, I’d of probably slugged him one. To add to the mix a little bit, he gave off the impression that the best thing that could happen to him that evening was if the two of us just turned around and headed for the door. And we both sort of got the feeling that if there weren’t additional people standing about there, he’d of probably come out from behind that counter and helped us do just that. So we took off, and I promptly tried to go at it again online. Of course, their system choked on itself again and wouldn’t let me do what I wanted. So this afternoon, after giving myself time to cool off so I wouldn’t blow up at the first person to answer the phone, I called back. This time, I very carefully explained exactly what I wanted to do. And again, the telephone monkey told me they couldn’t do the round trip option. No duh, that’s not what I was after. Siiiigh. So I explained it again. I planned instead to make 3 separate ticket purchases. One directly from Ottawa to Rochester, since the system would let me do that. Then on the return, I’d purchase a one-way from Rochester to Toronto, and one from Toronto to Ottawa. I think a lightbulb clicked on at that point, as she very quickly was all “oh yeah, well that shouldn’t be a problem at all”. So we go back to the station tonight, and explain it exactly the same way to the guy at the counter. At least this guy seems to have half a brain, because his first reaction wasn’t to go chat it up with his coworkers for a couple minutes and pretend to be confirming something. Still, first thing he does, even though I told him it wouldn’t work, is try to run the round trip option. No dice. No shit. Then, I explain it to him again. Now he wants to argue with me because the system won’t let me purchase a ticket from the US unless I’m in the US. And because it’s going to a different destination than I’m leaving from, he can’t do it. Siiigh, again. People suck. So I explain to him, in even simpler terms. When I leave Ottawa, I’m transferring in Toronto, and then carrying on to Rochester. He got that part, apparently. When I come back, I’m gonna do the *exact* same route, only in reverse. So I need a one-way ticket from Rochester to Toronto. He starts to talk over me again, and I just shake my head and finish what I’m saying. That half a brain must have kicked in at that point, because as soon as I told him I was also getting a ticket from Toronto to Ottawa, he seemed to instantly know what I was talking about. Well. Now that we’ve got that cleared up. Next came the actual purchase, which turned out to be hella easier than the explanation. A total of 3 transactions later, which was exactly what I expected, and I walked out of there with a vacation plan, and the means with which to do so. So, long story short, I’m stateside for a week or so starting on this coming Tuesday. Like this trip I took at the end of August, I leave here at about 2:30, more or less, and show up in Rochester at about quarter past Midnight. I get back to Ottawa late on Sunday like no one’s business, but oh well, that would be life. As per usual when I go out of town, I’ll have cell/texting capability. Email will have to wait ’til I get to the other end though. Next time, I’ll just do my purchasing through the computer and skip the having to explain myself to people altogether. Things go a whole lot easier/faster when I hand the service monkeys a couple of reference numbers and all they have to do is not screw up printing off the tickets.

    Oh, and PS: Greyhound, you fail at everything from accessibility to customer service.

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  • Awe fucking some.

    Cross-posted to arinoch and techsupport.

    This post Puts me in mind of my year and a half working for Dell. I spent most of it working nights, and my manager just so happened to be about as blatantly honest as they come. To agents, to customers, whatever. If you’re a complete fucking moron, he’d call you a complete fucking moron. And if you were a customer, he’d do it in such a way you had absolutely no idea you were just called a complete fucking moron. We had a couple folks on our team with definite middle-eastern accents. One of these guys happened to be Lebonese, I believe. So anyway, enough background.

    About 3:30 EST on a Saturday night, when you’d think most people would either be sleeping or getting absolutely smashed rather than trying to fix their computer so they can go back to their porn, we just so happened to be getting completely and totally slammed. There was all of 1 person on average not on a call for probably the better part of 2 hours. At about that time, the Lebonese dood happened to be that guy. He sat like right behind me, so I got pretty much a front row seat to what went on. This New York sounding dood calls up, and for obvious reasons, ends up talking to mister Lebonese. Except he’d really rather not. No sooner does the guy get halfway through “thank you for calling Dell” does the guy hang up. Couple seconds later, he calls back. Gets the same agent. Hangs up again. This time, he at least has the good sense to wait a minute or two. Then again, he calls back. Third time’s a charm. The guy behind me gets the call again, and yet again the caller drops it.

    Now, by this time I’ve got the customer I’m working with restarting his computer, so I mute the thing, and call over my manager. I give him the 30-second run down on what’s going on, manager dood tells the agent to hand over his headset for a sec. We’re laying bets at this point he’s moronic enough to try it again. And sure enough, no sooner does the manager get the headset on then this guy calls in again. This time, manager dood goes through our thanks for calling opening. Customer then goes into about a 2 or 3 minute “thank God I finally got someone who speaks English” shpeel here. Manager mutes the phone, looks over at me and just sort of giggles a little. If anyone’s worked with this guy for any period of time, you just know he’s mentally taking notes, and as soon as customer dood comes up for air, he’s gonna be nailed to the wall. The manager just so happened to be black, and Louisiana born. So in other words, you’d be hard pressed to find anyone more American sounding in that call center. Customer finally stops yapping long enough for my manager to get a word in, and he ever so politely advises him that he is, in fact, not a tech support person (he’s technical, but they didn’t pay him to fix customers’ shit… that’s what we’re for), he’s a supervisor. Customer’s all “I don’t care, I’m just glad you speak my language.”

    Caller then tries to get my manager to fix his problem anyway. Finally, after about another 15 minutes or so of back and forth, this happens. “Okay, sir, I’m gonna stop you, right there. No, just stop talking for a second. Now, here’s what’s happening. We’re incredibly busy tonight. The agent you just hung up on 4 times is the only one we’ve got not on a call right now. So, your choices are this. You can let him fix your problem so you can enjoy the rest of your night, or you can hang up right now and call back in the morning. If you call back tonight, you’re gonna be talking to me again. And if we have to have this conversation a second time, I’ll note in your account that you’ve repeatedly called in to and hung up on our agents, and you won’t be getting support from anyone. The choice is yours, and I’ll even give you a couple seconds to make it.”

    The manager didn’t say a thing after that. He just handed it back to my coworker, and his problem was solved like 10 minutes later. And for like the next week, we all took turns immitating this idiot out of extreme boredom (Saturday was apparently fix your computer day that month, it was dead for the rest of the week). Sometimes, the stuff that goes on even manages to surprise me. And that doesn’t happen often.

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  • Twitterings of the me.

    • 09:14 Awake. No idea how, but I am. And we have snow… WTF? #
    • 11:41 God help me, my father’s remodeling the hallway floor. This… could be fun. #
    • 20:02 An hour and a half looking for a goddamn Christmass tree at wall mart? Someone wanna tell me why I *had* to be there? And it was for Kevin,. #
    • 20:10 @samari76 I’m not even going to be home for Christmass. Lol #
    • 20:17 @samari76 Been there, done that. #
    • 20:27 Back to mom’s now. She’s still pushing for a departure time from Trish. Sadly I lack telepathy skill. #
    • 20:40 Well. That was an adventure. I like the holidays just fine, but shopping this year will be made of fail. #
    • 21:37 Trish and co are apparently enroute. Go time-ish. #
    • 22:19 Heading back up the highway. #

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  • We have snow? And, um, what is he doing…?

    I got up about 9:00 this morning. And there was 4 inches of that white
    crap on our front lawn. In November. The middle of freaking November.
    Mother nature and I are apparently going to need to start having our
    series of less than friendly conversations again. This aughta be…
    well, um, fun. I still maintain snow should be here on December 23rd,
    and gone by the 26th. And that’s if it must make an appearance at all.
    Don’t get me wrong; I loves me some serious snow. Just not in the middle
    of bloody November when literally 2 days ago I could and did walk
    outside to Trish’s car to come here in a t-shirt. That’s just not cool.
    In completely unrelated news, there are currently pieces of floorboard
    strune about outside the computer room as I type. Apparently at some
    point a couple weeks ago, dad decided to replace the carpetting we had
    in our hallway with hardwood instead. So this weekend he’s decided to
    finish the job. Naturally, that makes walking in spots a trick. But,
    small issues. It’s actually more amusing than one might think. Mostly
    because he’s getting frustrated to no end over a couple of less than
    cooperative boards. If ever you wanted to hear someone curse up a
    storm…
    ETA: I just had to go help him try to lock down one of said less than
    cooperative boards. It’s more amusing when you’re right there.
    ETA 2: Now I think he’s just getting frustrated for getting frustrated’s
    sake. Freaking hillarious.

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  • Twitterings of the me.

    • 11:18 Awake. Dressed. Dad is apparently buying breakfast. Sometimes, I love my famhly. #
    • 11:22 Okay, I’m apparently also going to the grandparents’ place. #
    • 13:32 Gonna swing by the grocery store, then back to the parentals’. #
    • 13:52 Or maybe it’s home via somewhere else. Zuh? #
    • 15:15 Officially at the parents’ place. That only took forever. #
    • 16:01 Me, to dad at the computer: “You playing poker?” Dad: “Nope, just a card game. Not poker, though.” way to be specific. #

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  • *twitchy twitchy*

    Well, it’s official. One day down, one to go, and i only have a slightly
    smallish twitch in one eye. Not bad, considering a lot of trips home
    usually result in stress up the wazu. So far though, things seem to be
    going about as well as they could be. I pulled in here about 8:30 or so
    last night, and Trish and the husband hung around for the better part of
    an hour or so. Their dog, pictures of whom will make it to the LJ at
    some point when I’m sure Trish won’t shoot me for it, pretty much did
    circles around me, mom, and everyone else playing with our other 3 muts.
    Today was pretty much spent being all manner of lazy until about 11:30
    or so when I finally haulled my ass out of bed. Dad had gone to bring
    mom a coffee, so while he was out he brought back breakfast for me.
    Good, since I was so not in any kind of mood to put forth the effort
    required to actually find something. Then we went to say hello to the
    grandparents, and to pick up some flee medication for the 4-legged ones
    since aunt Holly had called over earlier this morning all cautious like
    after finding out from the vet that her dog had flees. And, since that
    mut’s been over here a time or 6 with her, we figured it couldn’t hurt.
    Then we came back here, I unburied myself from email, and fired off an
    application or two for yet more jobs. STill nothing on that front, but
    I’m not suicidal yet. Murderous, but not suicidal. And now, supper’s
    about ready to be done, so ’tis time that I go drag my lazy self
    kitchenwards.

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  • Twitterings of the me.

    • 14:49 Wo, an actual update? … I’m not sick, I promise. #
    • 15:34 Hey, greyhound? DIAF, kay? #
    • 17:26 At trish’s now. Heading for Pembroke in a few minutes. #
    • 18:40 And now, takeoff. #
    • 20:59 We is here. And thar be 3 bloody insane dogs. #
    • 21:00 Uh. Make that 4. #
    • 21:09 Trish and co have left. So *now* thar be 3 of the insane things. #
    • 01:49 And now the unemployed sod goes to bed, for to dream of becoming employed. Or something. #

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