Conference bumblings

So, humanity in general can kiss my ass. No offence intended, but people are beginning to get on my tits (see previous angst-ridden entries for examples).

You can get a good feel for the calibre of someones personality purely by how they react when the shit hits the fan. Now, to be fair, some people are not good in a crisis. Those are not the people I am referring to. I prefer people to panic, as opposed to the next option. I'm more referring to the "It's everybody else's fault but miiiiiiine" collective. Arseholes.

Todays (first, of many, probably) example. Salesman wants conference call. Salesman gets instructions on how to set up conference call. Salesman screws it up. Techie (not I) attempts to help recover. Techie gets an earful. Salesman still manages to cock it up royally. Salesman then cannot understand why the tech team in general don't really care that he can no longer get to a particular network share. "Reboot". Although there are at least two quicker options, reboot was the least tech intensive, and most end-user inconvenient we could think of. With the side effect of working, too. Still, can't have everything.

Ah, life in support. You can't beat it. Not even with a really big stick.

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