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BASTARD OPERATOR FROM HELL #2
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I'm sitting at the desk, playing x-tank, when some thoughtless bastard rings
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me on the phone. I pick it up.
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"Hello?" I say.
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"Who is this?" they say
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"It's me I think" I say, having been through a telephone skills course
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"Me Who?"
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"Is this like a knock knock joke?" I say, trying anything to save myself
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having to end this game.
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Too LATE! I get killed.
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Now I'm pissed!
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"What can I do for you?" I ask pleasantly - (one of the key warning signs)
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"Um, I want to know if we have a particular software package.."
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"Which package is that?"
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"Uh, B-A-S-I-C it's called."
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>clickety clickety d-e-l b-a-s-i-c.e-x-e<
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"Um no, we don't have that. We used to though.."
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"oh. Oh well, the other thing I wanted to know was, could the contents of
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my account be copied to tape to I have a permanent copy of them to save at
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home in case the worst happens.."
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"The worst?"
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"Well, like they get deleted or something..."
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"DELETED! Oh, don't worry about that, we have backups" (I'm such a *shit*)
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"What was your username?"
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He gives me his lusername. (What an idiot)
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>clickety clikc<
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"But you haven't got any files in your account!" I say, mock surprise leaping
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from my vocal chords.
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"Yes I have, you must be looking in the wrong place!"
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So first he spoils my x-tank game, and now he's calling me a liar...
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>clickety click<
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"Oh no, I made a mistake" I say
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Did he mutter "typical" under his breath? Oh dear, oh dear..
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"I MEANT TO SAY: That username doesn't exist"
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"Huh? >wimper< It must do, I was only using it this morning!"
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"Ah well, that'll be the problem, there was a virus in our system this
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morning, the... uh... De Vinci Virus, wipes out users who are logged in
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when it goes off."
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"That can't be right, my girlfriend was logged in, and I'm in her account now!"
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"Which one was that?"
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He tells me the username. Some people NEVER learn..
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"Oh, yeah, her account was just after we discovered the virus."
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>clickety clikc< "..she only lost all her files"
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"But..."
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"But don't worry, we've got them all on tape"
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"Oh, thank goodness!!!"
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"Paper tape. Have you got a magnifying glass and a pencil. SEE YOU IN THE
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MACHINE ROOM!!!! NYAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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I'm such a prick!
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spt@waikato.ac.nz (Simon Travaglia)
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