OK Quan I already stated how we are facing Sentry vs Superman
and I already give you my reasoning.
You want to accept the challenge that you issue as SENTRY VS SUPERMAN in character fine.
You want to spin things and bring Sentry out of character and leave me in character so you can win, that is called cheating.
Now if you are not going to back up the challenge you issue as "Sentry vs Superman in character" then I have a business to attend
Originally posted by Impediment
I think that people who speak in the third person ought to shampoo my crotch.
You should shave or trim some of that ginormous bush. It makes you dick look much bigger if you:
1. Shave your pubes off.
2. Lose weight and have a flat stomach.
Speaking of dicks....
Why do I find it gross when bathrooms have urinal setups that provide no crotch privacy? I am comfortable with my sexuality but I don't want to see a dude's dick anytime soon. Is this just my American morals speaking or do other countries/places not care about whipping their dick out in front of strangers and taking a piss?
Originally posted by Impediment
I actually want OTBVA to invade our turf and we have an all out rumble.We could use the traffic, anyway. 🙂
this gayass forum is dead and will remain dead when bra-gate is over and done. all thats left here are narcissistic attention whoring retards, pedo's, and "researchers". accept it, bra.
...heh "bra"
Originally posted by Lestov16
I'm black, so clearly my jams are the funkiest
That reminds me.
A few months back, I got an angry and urgent e-mail from a manager in another department. It was an hour before I noticed her e-mail because I was doing other things. She said her printer keeps telling her there is a jam in her printer and that she cannot find the jam and is unable to print. She also said she has a presentation that afternoon and she is currently at a work stoppage so this is "URGENT URGENT URGENT!!!" Since I have directed everyone in the company to submit tickets via the online service catalog (we didn't spend tens of thousands of dollars on this software solution just for people to keep sending us e-mails...it is not 1994), I decided she was wasting my time for four reasons:
1. I do not work "tickets" like this. Just because I work in IT does not mean I work service desk tickets. I have my own job to do and I do not really want to do someone else's job (nor do I have the time, most days). I think people assume everyone in IT is a "service desk tech" and that is why the contact us with little stuff like this.
2. She should have submitted a ticket to the service desk and the service desk could have resolved her ticket much faster. Seriously, those mother ****ers are desktop and printer wizards.
3. She didn't need to be so angry and urgent: she could have printed to one of the very large floor printers, which loads up on everyone's computer when they log in each morning because I asked one of our AD Admins (he does GPO, pretty much) to add a printer mapping to the login script for standard users so situations like these do not create a work stoppage for our users. Perhaps walking 20 meters to the scanning/printer/copy room was too much?
4. If she would have submitted the ticket via the online service catalog, that amazing software solution I was talking about, earlier, creates automated notifications, which includes priority specific notifications (a different dinging sound on both their desktop PCs and their company mobile phones), the relevant staff in IT would have known about her request, immediately, instead of me getting around to it 1 hour later.
So what I did, after reading her e-mail, I went into the lunch room, rummaged through the fridge, and found some jam (you know where this is going). I then told her, via e-mail, that I could fix her issue momentarily. She said she was about to go on lunch: great! 😄 I waited for her to leave on her lunch break (our lunches are an hour long) and then waited about 10 minutes before she got back from her lunch. I then put the jam behind the printer (the printer was facing a wall at her desk so she could not see the jar).
And then I opened up the printer and pulled out the jammed piece of paper (to resolve the actual issue that she called me about...I'm not a monster....).
I then called in around 4 to 5 of my IT staff into her office including someone from the service desk (and I told the Service Desk dude what I was up to). When she walked in, we were all standing around in her office, talking, and she looked at us shocked (probably thinking, "WTF are you all doing in here talking when you should be fixing my printer!!!"😉. I said, "Oh, hey, blabbity bla (I redacted her name), we think we know where the jam is. I told her it it took all of us because this was a very difficult one to solve. I called her over to the printer and pretended to open it up, and look through it. I was describing the parts and what I was looking for (to make it seem officious and technical). The service desk dude then said, "AHA! I found the jam" and then he reached behind the printer and pulled out the jar of jam. Of course, all the IT peeps laughed and thought it was funny, but she only smiled. I printed a test page for her to show her that her printer was working again and we all left the office. Us IT Folks joked about this very lame and grade-school pun prank we pulled on this lady. Perhaps the fact that she is a very difficult customer, we got more of a laugh out of this prank than was called for?
Regardless, she has always submitted tickets, from then on, to the online service catalog.
It is highly possible that I am a massive dick and I embarrassed the **** out of her. That was not the point. The point was to have fun with a stupid pun and for a very tense and stressed lady to have a bit of a laugh about her situation.
Regardless, "And the whole bus cheered."
Originally posted by dadudemon
That reminds me.A few months back, I got an angry and urgent e-mail from a manager in another department. It was an hour before I noticed her e-mail because I was doing other things. She said her printer keeps telling her there is a jam in her printer and that she cannot find the jam and is unable to print. She also said she has a presentation that afternoon and she is currently at a work stoppage so this is "URGENT URGENT URGENT!!!" Since I have directed everyone in the company to submit tickets via the online service catalog (we didn't spend tens of thousands of dollars on this software solution just for people to keep sending us e-mails...it is not 1994), I decided she was wasting my time for four reasons:
1. I do not work "tickets" like this. Just because I work in IT does not mean I work service desk tickets. I have my own job to do and I do not really want to do someone else's job (nor do I have the time, most days). I think people assume everyone in IT is a "service desk tech" and that is why the contact us with little stuff like this.
2. She should have submitted a ticket to the service desk and the service desk could have resolved her ticket much faster. Seriously, those mother ****ers are desktop and printer wizards.
3. She didn't need to be so angry and urgent: she could have printed to one of the very large floor printers, which loads up on everyone's computer when they log in each morning because I asked one of our AD Admins (he does GPO, pretty much) to add a printer mapping to the login script for standard users so situations like these do not create a work stoppage for our users. Perhaps walking 20 meters to the scanning/printer/copy room was too much?
4. If she would have submitted the ticket via the online service catalog, that amazing software solution I was talking about, earlier, creates automated notifications, which includes priority specific notifications (a different dinging sound on both their desktop PCs and their company mobile phones), the relevant staff in IT would have known about her request, immediately, instead of me getting around to it 1 hour later.So what I did, after reading her e-mail, I went into the lunch room, rummaged through the fridge, and found some jam (you know where this is going). I then told her, via e-mail, that I could fix her issue momentarily. She said she was about to go on lunch: great! 😄 I waited for her to leave on her lunch break (our lunches are an hour long) and then waited about 10 minutes before she got back from her lunch. I then put the jam behind the printer (the printer was facing a wall at her desk so she could not see the jar).
And then I opened up the printer and pulled out the jammed piece of paper (to resolve the actual issue that she called me about...I'm not a monster....).
I then called in around 4 to 5 of my IT staff into her office including someone from the service desk (and I told the Service Desk dude what I was up to). When she walked in, we were all standing around in her office, talking, and she looked at us shocked (probably thinking, "WTF are you all doing in here talking when you should be fixing my printer!!!"😉. I said, "Oh, hey, blabbity bla (I redacted her name), we think we know where the jam is. I told her it it took all of us because this was a very difficult one to solve. I called her over to the printer and pretended to open it up, and look through it. I was describing the parts and what I was looking for (to make it seem officious and technical). The service desk dude then said, "AHA! I found the jam" and then he reached behind the printer and pulled out the jar of jam. Of course, all the IT peeps laughed and thought it was funny, but she only smiled. I printed a test page for her to show her that her printer was working again and we all left the office. Us IT Folks joked about this very lame and grade-school pun prank we pulled on this lady. Perhaps the fact that she is a very difficult customer, we got more of a laugh out of this prank than was called for?
Regardless, she has always submitted tickets, from then on, to the online service catalog.
It is highly possible that I am a massive dick and I embarrassed the **** out of her. That was not the point. The point was to have fun with a stupid pun and for a very tense and stressed lady to have a bit of a laugh about her situation.
Regardless, "And the whole bus cheered."
are we supposed to read all that shit?