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I mentioned in my first post that my job is a little unique, so let's just say I do "stuff" for company X.
Anyway, one night last week I was fast asleep when my mobile starts ringing. Rather than throwing it out of the window like a normal person and going back to sleep, I answered it, as at that point my nephew was imminent and I thought it would be my brother in full "over-excited time to hand out the cigars" mode.
We all know I wouldn't be posting if it was.
SC: Hi, This is SC. I emailed you this week about "some issue which I could easily have dealt with myself, but thought I'd bother you with" (I'm paraphrasing here) . Can you clarify your lengthy and well explained response?
My full attention is on the time displayed on my phone at this point, rather than her fascinating subject matter. I realize from the ensuing silence that I'm expected to respond.
ME: Well, it would be easier to explain if I was in front of my computer. Could it wait until office hours?
That's my polite, avoiding getting fired, way of saying " What the fuck lady? It's the middle of the fucking night"
SC: Oh, you're not in the office.
I know for a fact from our previous conversations that she knows I'm based on the opposite side of the world to her.
ME: No I'm not. You do know there's a 12 hour time difference between us?
SC: Oh yes, but I spoke to the office here, and asked to speak to you, so they put me through. ( Figure out that thought process - You know it's the middle of the night, but you expect me to be at work - I still don't get it)
Combo-idiocy folks. SC aided and abetted by co-workers in another country.
SC: I could put my questions in an email...
Me: That's a great idea (Probably used her allocation for the decade). I am going to try to get back to sleep now, so i shall say goodnight. (Hammering the point home I know, but only metaphorically, rather than with an actual hammer, so she got off lightly)
On a positive note, my nephew turned up a few days later. His first toy, courtesy of me, a plush C'thulhu. Try explaining that to two non-geek new parents - the more you talk, the greater their expressions of horror. It's what HP would have wanted.
Anyway, one night last week I was fast asleep when my mobile starts ringing. Rather than throwing it out of the window like a normal person and going back to sleep, I answered it, as at that point my nephew was imminent and I thought it would be my brother in full "over-excited time to hand out the cigars" mode.
We all know I wouldn't be posting if it was.
SC: Hi, This is SC. I emailed you this week about "some issue which I could easily have dealt with myself, but thought I'd bother you with" (I'm paraphrasing here) . Can you clarify your lengthy and well explained response?
My full attention is on the time displayed on my phone at this point, rather than her fascinating subject matter. I realize from the ensuing silence that I'm expected to respond.
ME: Well, it would be easier to explain if I was in front of my computer. Could it wait until office hours?
That's my polite, avoiding getting fired, way of saying " What the fuck lady? It's the middle of the fucking night"
SC: Oh, you're not in the office.
I know for a fact from our previous conversations that she knows I'm based on the opposite side of the world to her.
ME: No I'm not. You do know there's a 12 hour time difference between us?
SC: Oh yes, but I spoke to the office here, and asked to speak to you, so they put me through. ( Figure out that thought process - You know it's the middle of the night, but you expect me to be at work - I still don't get it)
Combo-idiocy folks. SC aided and abetted by co-workers in another country.
SC: I could put my questions in an email...
Me: That's a great idea (Probably used her allocation for the decade). I am going to try to get back to sleep now, so i shall say goodnight. (Hammering the point home I know, but only metaphorically, rather than with an actual hammer, so she got off lightly)
On a positive note, my nephew turned up a few days later. His first toy, courtesy of me, a plush C'thulhu. Try explaining that to two non-geek new parents - the more you talk, the greater their expressions of horror. It's what HP would have wanted.
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