Yeah... this last week it's been so dead here that it's been not so much a job, more an internet cafe where they sometimes make you do stuff. And the coffee's free, though horrid.
Bloody hell! This one picked up while I was away! (I had to go for my six-monthly "appraisal". It was okay, actually. They seem to think I'm doing well at managing my minions.)
Ah, the things you learn in this job... the Chinese version of Pop Idol (which is called, for some strange reason, "Mongolian Cow Sour Yoghurt Super Girl Contest"- I shit you not) has been deemed too democratic for the Chinese censors...
Indeed. And you may not see me for much longer today if fucking Telstra's ADSL service keeps disappearing as it has for most of the day.
Honestly, the term "helpdesk" is the worst term for the service they offer. "Telephonic Stronghold Of Knowledge-Free Fuckheads" would be a much better name.