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That's When I Reach for My Revolver: FAQ
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That's When I Reach for My Revolver. Five friends. One house. No life. A series of short plays by J. Walker. Thursday, February 10, 2005. What the hell is this thing? Well, as it explains a few inches above this, it's a series of short plays by J. Walker.who is me, if you were uncertain. More specifically, it's a series of short plays about five young adults sharing the same house. Think of it like a TV show.except the screen and actors exist only in your head. How often are new episodes posted? No Well,...
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A Great Disservice: If your next word is "tumescence," I'm out of here
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Survival stories from the bowels of customer service. Sunday, May 11, 2008. If your next word is "tumescence," I'm out of here. One of the waitresses was writing something today - something for a class of some kind. Since I'm the source of all human knowledge, she turned to me for spelling advice. She asked for assistance on spelling. I don't even want. To know what she was writing about. Clearly, she was writing a report about bonobos. Will be in there somewhere, too. May 12, 2008 at 4:19 PM.
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A Great Disservice: At least he has a plan
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Survival stories from the bowels of customer service. Tuesday, May 13, 2008. At least he has a plan. One Saturday night, another of our drivers left on a delivery. A few minutes after he departed, the phone rang; the caller ID displayed the number for that order, of course. Mini Boss answered the phone. I saw his face grow puzzled, then amused. Without saying a word, he waved me over. "They've called us by accident," he said. "Must've hit a button on their phone without realizing it.". Pop quiz, hotshot.
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A Great Disservice: Lend me your ears
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Survival stories from the bowels of customer service. Tuesday, June 17, 2008. Lend me your ears. Thank you for calling Pizza Place, can I help you? Is this the Smith residence? Yes Yes, it is. Because we at the Smith residence always. Answer our phone like we're running a pizza joint. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Hell is other people. Updates every Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday. You can send questions, comments or stories of your own to me at evilgenius815 at gmail dot com. View my complete profile.
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A Great Disservice: We certainly aren't
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Survival stories from the bowels of customer service. Thursday, June 19, 2008. One of our waitresses has a bad habit of punching out incorrectly. How does one do that? By punching out in the same space on your time card where you punched in, rendering them both unreadable. She does this pretty much every day. Yeah, well, that's 'cause y'all ain't smart like me.". Labels: employees are stupid people too. How have you not yet set fire to the place? June 20, 2008 at 12:48 PM. Hell is other people.
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A Great Disservice: Saturday Night Specials, Part 4: Cocaine is a hell of a drug
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Survival stories from the bowels of customer service. Tuesday, June 3, 2008. Saturday Night Specials, Part 4: Cocaine is a hell of a drug. Saturday night. Six minutes before close. The phone rings. Mini Boss answers. Pizza Place, can I help you? Okay then. Before we continue, I feel it necessary to stress that these events actually happened. Hahahaha - didn't expect to hear that, huh? Blew your mind when you picked up the phone and I said that, didn't it? Umcan I help you? Go to [other furniture store]!
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A Great Disservice: Leave of absence
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Survival stories from the bowels of customer service. Sunday, April 20, 2008. Hey there. I know posts have been sporadic for the past few months - believe me, I have excellent reasons for that. Between a slightly heavier workload, a few writing projects kicking my ass, and an awful, awful. Personal disaster I had to deal with (am still dealing with? My motivation to write these things has diminished down to less than nothing. But life is starting to clear a bit, and more updates are. Hell is other people.
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A Great Disservice: April 2008
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Survival stories from the bowels of customer service. Sunday, April 20, 2008. Hey there. I know posts have been sporadic for the past few months - believe me, I have excellent reasons for that. Between a slightly heavier workload, a few writing projects kicking my ass, and an awful, awful. Personal disaster I had to deal with (am still dealing with? My motivation to write these things has diminished down to less than nothing. But life is starting to clear a bit, and more updates are. Wednesday, April 9, ...
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A Great Disservice: I don't think that's how it works
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Survival stories from the bowels of customer service. Sunday, June 8, 2008. I don't think that's how it works. Overheard today at Pizza Place:. WAITRESS: Oh, if my mom sees my paycheck stub and sees I spent money on food here, she'll be mad. You're eighteen, right? It's your money, right? It's, like, five dollars, right? WAITRESS: No, no, no. COOK: You can do whatever you want. WAITRESS: No, I can't be rebellious. If I rebel, I'll get pregnant. It's in my genes. I suppose it's possible she said jeans.
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