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Our IT support guy has been in the job since 1979, and never misses an opportunity to pick up a mouse and say "Hello computer" into it, Star Trek-style. Tell us your tales from the IT support cupboard, either from within or without.
( , Thu 24 Sep 2009, 12:45)
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...with the wife of an account holder. She wanted his details and it was all under his name, so it was a big no no.
"Do you know who my husband is?" says her,
"Yes, the account holder madam" says I trying not to grin too much.
"My husband is the deputy leader of the Liberal Democrats!"
"Congratulations to him madam."
"So I want his password now!"
"I'm sorry madam but as I have already said the law states..."
"MY HUSBAND WRITES THE LAWS!!!"
"...and I'm sure he abides by them too madam" says I without missing a beat.
She didn't get that password. She said stuff like "He's very busy in Parliament, he doesn't have time to speak to the likes of you." Oh that's going to make me want to give you that password luv, you really know how to win the likes of me over.
I generally find that stubbornness to listen is not just with the posh, it's across the board. I've spoken to a few people who put themselves across as upper class and have been able to help them as easily and as pleasantly as possible. I just find that the ones who try to impose this "upper-classness" and believe they are better than others are the ones I really want to cunt with a brick.
PS I know classness isn't a word :)
PPS this could be a rp :p
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 8:10, 1 reply)
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Most people struggle when asked who the leader of the Lib Dems is, never mind its Deputy Leader.
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