Survived two 12-hour days of phone fixing. Never want to see another
phone again. Especially not a filthy, yicky customer phone.
Oh. Working on bouncers. Not only are customers all bald-faced liars,
but they looove to ask for a new phone in the bouncer tickets. Sorry,
guys, but your phone company will only give you a new one free on the
day Hitler and Ghandi both rise from the dead and break-dance on MTV.
They would rather eat your phone, whole, than replace it. Also, your
data. Use a memory card already. Our responsibilties to your data
begin and end with the phrase "shit happens".
And to the lady bitching about pocket-dialing: use a case like
everyone else, already.
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