It's 5:30. Most everyone has already gone home for the day. Me, I'm working on an after hours project for a big client with another co-worker helping me.
Phone rings.
"It's after 5. Fuck 'em" he says.
Phone rings again.
Phone rings a 3rd time and finally I'm like "I gotta answer this. I gotta know what the problem is."
The user begins "All my invoices are printing in landscape."
"Ok," I say "that's an easy fix. Please get me connected to your server."
"Ok" says the user, and puts me on hold.
I go back to working on my project.
Guy comes back from hold. "Ok it's up."
I check. The name I'm used to seeing it under is not what's appearing.
I sign into the machine anyways. It's not the server. What I see on his screen is that he navigated through the network file system to the server, to launch the program I need. Which just fucking launches a local connection to his machine. "I don't think this is the server" I tell him. (Meanwhile, he's on Mountain Time which means he's still working.)
"Well what do you mean?"
I explain what the server's name is, and what I usually have to go through to get a connection. I tell him he needs to contact someone to put the server (which is in an entirely different location than this guy) on VNC. Being that it's coming up on 6pm my time, I tell him it's likely I'll have to do this tomorrow.
He gets angry.
"It sounds like you don't want to help me."
No, I explain. I do want to help him. But I can't do anything without a connection to the server.
"Is x there?" X being my coworker who people go to when they think I'm not willing to help them, because he's a huge push over and I'm not.
"No, he's been gone for a half hour. Like I said, we're already closed and I'm here late. If you can get me a connection to the---"
And he fucking hangs up. This is the same fucking company that is always claiming "We don't want to help them" even though that's total bullshit, and 99% of the time it's their own people dragging their fucking asses that results in nothing getting done. PARTICULARLY WHEN IT INVOLVES A CONNECTION TO THE SERVER.
So here's my rage:
FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING TRUCK PARTS HILLBILLY MOTHERFUCKER! YOU DON'T KNOW THE SERVER FROM YOUR FUCKING ASSHOLE, AND NEXT TIME YOU TELL ME I DONT FUCKING HELP YOU, TALK TO ERIC IN THE FUCKING SHOP WHO CALLS ME ONCE A WEEK AND WHO HAS ME DO RETARDED SHIT FOR HIM ALL THE TIME LIKE GET FUCKING VIRUSES OFF HIS COMPUTER. NO, YOU KNOW WHAT? GO FUCK YOURSELF, I DONT CARE WHO YOU TALK TO, YOU CAN EAT THE PEANUTS OUT OF MY SHIT FOR ALL I FUCKING CARE.
Christ, I should have listened to my coworker and not answered the fucking call.
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