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My wife reminded me about this one last night. Sounded like one you'd all get a kick out of.
When I worked on the customer call line for a bank, one of our duties was to print out statements and fax them to customers who were in desperate need of them. At 7 bucks a page, they had to be very desperate, since they could get them in the next couple of days for free if they wanted them posted.
Anyway, an idiot co-worker of mine got such a call, and asked me in his slack-jawed, monotone voice where the fax machine was.
I was on another call at the time, so I pointed to it and mouthed, "Next to the printer."
Off he wandered, at the speed of continental drift.
I clocked off at the end of my call and went home.
The next day, I got in to find not only my supervisor, but the CS Manager and the Executive in charge of phone services pissed and standing at my desk.
Apparently, mouth-breathing moron had come into work to find a stack of paper on his desk so big some royals had stopped by for a skiing holiday. He'd put the statement in the *printer*, typed the phone number in the number of copies field, pressed 'send' (copy), and scarpered for the day.
Pissed customer didn't get his statement like promised (that he'd paid for), and he just happened to be an old school friend of the Exec in charge of of Phone Banking.
In an ultimately futile attempt to cover his arse, he blamed *me* for directing him to the printer, rather than the fax.
That was a fun conversation.
End result, I was still working there the next day, MBM wasn't.
Draco
When I worked on the customer call line for a bank, one of our duties was to print out statements and fax them to customers who were in desperate need of them. At 7 bucks a page, they had to be very desperate, since they could get them in the next couple of days for free if they wanted them posted.
Anyway, an idiot co-worker of mine got such a call, and asked me in his slack-jawed, monotone voice where the fax machine was.
I was on another call at the time, so I pointed to it and mouthed, "Next to the printer."
Off he wandered, at the speed of continental drift.
I clocked off at the end of my call and went home.
The next day, I got in to find not only my supervisor, but the CS Manager and the Executive in charge of phone services pissed and standing at my desk.
Apparently, mouth-breathing moron had come into work to find a stack of paper on his desk so big some royals had stopped by for a skiing holiday. He'd put the statement in the *printer*, typed the phone number in the number of copies field, pressed 'send' (copy), and scarpered for the day.
Pissed customer didn't get his statement like promised (that he'd paid for), and he just happened to be an old school friend of the Exec in charge of of Phone Banking.
In an ultimately futile attempt to cover his arse, he blamed *me* for directing him to the printer, rather than the fax.
That was a fun conversation.
End result, I was still working there the next day, MBM wasn't.
Draco
Okay, how did that schmuck even get an office job when he has no idea what a fax machine looks like as opposed to a printer?! Um, first clue, the fax machine has a TELEPHONE ATTACHED!!! 
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