I really shouldn’t blog about the specifics of work. My blog is anonymous, but really, it’s just not good form to blog about work.
So, I really shouldn’t blog about the hour and a half I spent on the phone with IT yesterday.
And I shouldn’t mention the complete ineptitude of the IT guy, who couldn’t fix the issue with my monitor and instead told me to steal someone else’s monitor to replace mine.
Nor should I mention how I asked the IT guy a question, only to be met with silence on the other end of the phone. Silence, followed by heavy breathing. I mentally ruminated on the social ineptitude of all computer folk.
Finally, I asked, “Are you ok?”
IT guy: “WHAT?”
The IT guy fell asleep while we were on the phone.
Finally, our time was over. I nearly cried with frustration. And five minutes later, IT guy called me back.
I really shouldn’t blog about how the IT guy had the mouth-breathing IT guy in his cube, talking him through how to fix my problem. Mouth-breathing IT guy who always talks to my rack, not to my face.
And I shouldn’t expose Corporate Behemoth by blogging about how annoying IT guy attempted to morph into charming IT guy, talking about his dog, when he got off work, and how it was *just him and his dog.*
Dude. Just fix my fucking monitor.
Mr. Wonderful’s take on it was lovely in its simplicity.
“Next time this happens,” he said, “Tell him, ‘Oh, yeah? When I get off work, it’s just me and my boyfriend.'”
That made me laugh. But my women’s studies minor is enraged.