Hi there. I, like many people posting here, have been introduced to this wonderful site by way of a link to Ali Davis' journal, back when she was still writing it.
I've been lurking for quite a while, reading many of the journals here, and even some of the threads in the Improv section of this place. Though I have no personal experience with Improv, nor have I seen it live, it certainly interests me, and some threads have been quite enlightneing indeed.
The idea of starting my own little journal here has been bouncing around my head for the past few months, and finally crystalised into intent a couple days ago.
While it seems that there has been a little bit of hostility toward so-called 'Randoms' of late, I solemnly vow not to post dozens of one-line posts hither and yon all over the place.
I'm going to use this journal to share many things with you, Gentle Reader. Primarily interesting happenings at work.
Ah, work. Here is where we come to the source of the name I have chosen for this journal. Like a few other journal-keepers here, I work at a tech support helpdesk. This particular call center is for a regional telephone company and Internet service provider. Few of you outside the state I live in will have heard of it; this is no big national outfit I work for.
Before I started working here, I'd heard all the joke/stories: The broken cup holer, the guy whose computer isn't working, but can't be looked at too closely because the power is out, so many others. Some are exaggeration, some have basis in fact. The more I work here, the more I'm sure that it's fact- the ability of people to have a selective inability to parse directions given in their native tongue, be it vrebally or in writing, simply astounds me.
And so, I will start off this journal with an excerpt from a call I took yesterday. Naturally, these conversations will be edited to keep any company names and personal information obfuscated properly.
One of the more frustrating elements of the job I have is giving people their passwords. With so many letters of the English alphabet sounding similar (S and F; E, B, D, and V; C and Z, for example), we use the normal method of having a sort of phonetic alphabet (F as in fantastic, for instance). Sometimes, as you will see, this isn't as helpful as it ought to be:
I've been lurking for quite a while, reading many of the journals here, and even some of the threads in the Improv section of this place. Though I have no personal experience with Improv, nor have I seen it live, it certainly interests me, and some threads have been quite enlightneing indeed.
The idea of starting my own little journal here has been bouncing around my head for the past few months, and finally crystalised into intent a couple days ago.
While it seems that there has been a little bit of hostility toward so-called 'Randoms' of late, I solemnly vow not to post dozens of one-line posts hither and yon all over the place.
I'm going to use this journal to share many things with you, Gentle Reader. Primarily interesting happenings at work.
Ah, work. Here is where we come to the source of the name I have chosen for this journal. Like a few other journal-keepers here, I work at a tech support helpdesk. This particular call center is for a regional telephone company and Internet service provider. Few of you outside the state I live in will have heard of it; this is no big national outfit I work for.
Before I started working here, I'd heard all the joke/stories: The broken cup holer, the guy whose computer isn't working, but can't be looked at too closely because the power is out, so many others. Some are exaggeration, some have basis in fact. The more I work here, the more I'm sure that it's fact- the ability of people to have a selective inability to parse directions given in their native tongue, be it vrebally or in writing, simply astounds me.
And so, I will start off this journal with an excerpt from a call I took yesterday. Naturally, these conversations will be edited to keep any company names and personal information obfuscated properly.
One of the more frustrating elements of the job I have is giving people their passwords. With so many letters of the English alphabet sounding similar (S and F; E, B, D, and V; C and Z, for example), we use the normal method of having a sort of phonetic alphabet (F as in fantastic, for instance). Sometimes, as you will see, this isn't as helpful as it ought to be:
Ghoti: "Your new password will start with the letter 'X', as in, 'Xanadu'."
User: "'Z', got it."
Ghoti: "No, not the letter 'Z'. The letter 'X', as in 'X-Ray'."
User: "Sorry. So 'R' then.."
Ghoti: "No, not the letter 'R'. Not the letter 'Z'. The letter 'X'. 'X', as in 'X Marks the Spot', or 'Xanadu', or 'X-Ray', or 'Xylophone', or 'X-Men', or 'Planet X'. The third-from-the-last letter of the English alphabet. 'X'."
User: "So the password so far is Z, R, P?"
User: "'Z', got it."
Ghoti: "No, not the letter 'Z'. The letter 'X', as in 'X-Ray'."
User: "Sorry. So 'R' then.."
Ghoti: "No, not the letter 'R'. Not the letter 'Z'. The letter 'X'. 'X', as in 'X Marks the Spot', or 'Xanadu', or 'X-Ray', or 'Xylophone', or 'X-Men', or 'Planet X'. The third-from-the-last letter of the English alphabet. 'X'."
User: "So the password so far is Z, R, P?"