Just Off Center

For those of you who didn't see the changes I made this probably doesn't make much sense. I've returned my blog to it's previous state.

I was getting exceptionally bored with the layout of my blog. It needed an overhaul. I'm not talking anything too extreme and nothing that would piss you all off. Don't forget I invented the rules of the blog. I won't break them.

What I need is some thirteen year old pale skinny friendless geek to show me how to change things around. Hell I have my own webspace. I could have this site linked to a site I maintain from home if I had the time to learn how. I've even managed to pirate enough software to make my site as cool as anything you're likely to find on the Net. How proactive am I?

In the end I decided just to display only one post on the main page (because blogger made me show at least one) and put links to all of my other post directly underneath. That way you can all jump around my blog at will, free to revel in my literary talents and genius commentary on the hot issues of our generation. I feel like the proprietor of America's first library, offering such a wide array wisdom and incite with such ease.

Ok, back to earth. I just got chewed out but good this morning by one of my customers. I was just going to his desk to ask him if I could borrow a piece of his equipment because another lab had theirs go bad and were shut down because of it. Earlier I wrote about the disturbing pictures that had been fingerpainted by some kid and hung up by his father. This is the same guy. Here's how it went down.

Me: Hi Dan, sorry to interrupt.
Impotent asshat: *staring blankly at me as if I have two seconds to give a reason for being there before he pulls the lever that opens the trap door to the croc pit under my fee*
Me: Ahem. I need to see if there's any way I can borrow your ______ for a couple of days. The factory lab has one that went out for repair and their at a stoppage because of it. I know you're using yours at the moment, but the factory's downtime is of great concern to management.
Impotent asshat: What the fuck do you want mine for? I'm using it!
Me: Yes, I know and I'm sorry about that. I've already tried to get every other one inthe building, but all of them are locked in test racks or classified labs. I'm afraid your sis the only one left I can get.
Impotent asshat: What's wrong with you motherfuckers? You assholes never plan for shit like this. You know you just gave that back to me? I've been down for six weeks (lie) and now you want to steal it from me again?
Me: Was it just out for repair? Huh, I didn't know that. I can understand why you're upset then. But it should only be for a couple days. Maybe less if the cal lab can repair teh factory's sooner. It's already on a priority.
Impotent asshat: You cocksuckers just aren't happy unless I can't get any work done at all are you? Fine. Just go find out when theirs will be done. Maybe I can have it disconnected by 2:00.
Me: Sure, Dan, I'll go check with the cal lab. Like I said, we may not need it for very long at all. Thanks for being so understanding.
Impotent asshat: Yeah, whatever. It's not like you dicks gave me much a choice. Goddamnit!

Now if you're doubting that I was really so nice and accomodating, just bear in mind that this blog does not represent how I actually talk to my customers. I was a waiter for acouple years in my teens, so I guess that tempered me against such barrages. Yes he was waaaay out of line and a couple of my coworkers want me to go to HR. But I won't. He's a miserable little bastard and it felt good just taking his assault with a cute little smile on my face. I'll go talk to his supervisor, but that's about it. Whenever this happens I actually feel good. I feel that it's a skill that assholes like this don't even phase me. Still, what a prick.