What a day!

 

Customer: "I'd like to order 2 dozen.  I've ordered them in the past."

CSR: "You ordered them in 2000?"

Customer: "No.  I need 2 dozen."

(order placed)

CSR: "2000 of those will be on backorder."

Customer: "Okay."

 

YARGH!

Today, I am the doofus.

 

I'm sitting at my desk, listening to calls, when I figure, hey!  It's time for something to drink.  Being the day before payday, and being flat broke, I pull out my container of ready-to-mix, powdered Kool-Aid.  Yeah, I thought,  This should be good.  And easy.

 

Wrong-o.  I opened the top and started to pour the powder from the main canister into the cap.  I have an old 32oz bottle here that I use to mix up drinks all the time, so I was pouring out enough powder for one quart of cherry goodness.

 

Instead, I ended up with a decidedly large mountain of cherry Kool-Aid on my keyboard.

 

Thank God it wasn't liquid.

 

I dumped the mountain into my garbage can, then unplugged the keyboard, grabbed my can of "depressed air," as my son calls it, and went outside.  That was a sight.  I was getting all the red stuff out of my keyboard while standing on the front porch.

 

Then I brought the keyboard back in.  Before hooking it back up, I looked at it.  The text on the keys was decidedly red.  I wiped it down, dried it off, and plugged it back in.  It works good as new. 

 

Almost.

 

The F11 key sticks.  I was in a panic about that until I realized, "What the heck do I use the F11 key for?  Absolutely nothing!"

 

And the red came off my fingers as well.  Today may just be okay after all.

Ah, yes.  It has been a while, but all the stupid things that have happened aren't stupid enough to print.  :)

 

I've left here shaking my head a few days.  This morning, I came in shaking my head.  We ran into a couple of horses this morning, so I called the city PD with information.  They said, "You'll need to call animal control."  I called Animal Control, who said, "Oh, that's the county.  You need to call the sheriff's department."  I called the sheriff's department, who said, "Oh, that's in the city.  You need to call the city PD."

 

This is why you should take ownership of your calls, people.  I really hope those horses are okay.

 

Other than that, the only funny thing was my son asking for a can of depressed air.  I told him I didn't have any sad air.