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I am currently working some evenings in an office, to pick up some extra money to help with grad school expenses. A "gentleman" just called (mind you the company is about 300 people) and indicated he wanted to leave a message, but was unsure who the message was for, nor what he really wanted to leave as a message. He seemed genuinly frustrated when i repeated back to him "So you don't know who you want to speak to, nor what you want to speak to them about?" and said he would call back later. How do some people even remember to breathe??

Any stories of raw stupidity catch you off guard recently?

My boredom and I would like to hear them...

A curse on you. I'm now breathing manually...:mad:

I manage a call center during the day, and one of my representatives recently uttered the phrase to a customer.... "Yes sir... That's Q as in Cuba...." at which point I had to yell from my office to her desk, "More like Q as in Quality Assurance!!!" Truly amazing.

:headbang:

bumpity bump bump.

Any stories of raw stupidity catch you off guard recently?
I try to forget them as soon as is humanly possible. :D

I try to forget them as soon as is humanly possible. :D

So then you are saying you do have a story, but care not to share it.... Just think, you are taking the immense stupidity that is the other person's words/actions festering in your head, and spreading among us mere mortals...

So then you are saying you do have a story, but care not to share it.... Just think, you are taking the immense stupidity that is the other person's words/actions festering in your head, and spreading among us mere mortals...
Well that certainly makes me want to "spread the joy!" NOT! :eek:

I am currently working some evenings in an office, to pick up some extra money to help with grad school expenses. A "gentleman" just called (mind you the company is about 300 people) and indicated he wanted to leave a message, but was unsure who the message was for, nor what he really wanted to leave as a message. He seemed genuinly frustrated when i repeated back to him "So you don't know who you want to speak to, nor what you want to speak to them about?" and said he would call back later. How do some people even remember to breathe??

Any stories of raw stupidity catch you off guard recently?

My boredom and I would like to hear them...
Simple answer.

The person recieved a message from someone saying they should call the head of some department or something but hadn't been given all the details and so when it came to getting in touch with the person they didn't know they didn't know who to say it to.

That or you just got a lame prank played on you.

Two - of recent experience:
1) Friend decides to stop talking to me for three months over trivial argument,
2) when friend re-materializes, and resumes friendly terms, boyfriend gets sulky and must petted, and kindly but firmly reassured about NOTHING.

Well me and my friends were doing daily prank calls to a small water bottle company. And along the way, we made friends with their rivals, so we decided to declare that to this company.

(I know this is a lame prank call, but mind you I've been doing this to them for a looong time before so I was running low on what to say)

Them: Hello?
Me: Yeah, I just want you guys to know that I'm now a loyal consumer of Splash Co.
Them: And why is that, sir?
Me: Because their water is the color that water should be. (Inside joke)
Them: And what color is that sir?
Me: Uh....clear.
Them: Okay sir, I'll tell that to my superiors...

Most people don't need to remember it is just natural...

When I was an undergraduate, I worked at my university's help desk. I got this call one day from someone up really high in the administration.

Me: Help Desk, how may I help you?
Her: My email isn't working.
Me: Isn't working. Ok, what isn't working?
Her: I can't get to it, or anything on the Internet.
Me: Ok, so your Internet connection isn't working.
20 minutes of finding out she is at home, and checking setting after setting later. Nothing is matching anything the university uses.
Me: Ma'm, I'm sorry, but how do you normmally connect to the Internet?
Her: I use AT&T broad band of course.
Me: AT&T... NOT the university's systems?
Her: No, and I need you to fix it. It's not working.
Me: I'm sorry, but you need to call AT&T if their system is down.
Her: I don't like calling AT&T. I need you to fix this now. You tell AT&T to fix it.
Me: Um... I don't think the university can tell AT&T to fix anything.
Her: You call them right now and tell them I am waiting for them to fix it!
She hangs up after this order.
Me: Uh... ok. I guess UNR owns AT&T now.

My mom was ones in a quandry. She asked any one where that thing you do thing with with the thing is.

The whole familly burst into luaghter. I guess you would have had to have been there.

I was in a Cingular cellular phone store and saw a guy come in and ask if the store sold T-Mobile cell phones. The store was covered in Cingular signs and advertizements and didn't have any signs for T-Mobile. The person working there told him "No, this is a Cingular store." Then the moron asked if he could at least pay his T-Mobile bill there.

Prank call gone bad :p

My mom was ones in a quandry. She asked any one where that thing you do thing with with the thing is.

The whole familly burst into luaghter. I guess you would have had to have been there.
I love you.

I don't even want to remember.

I was working on a computer help desk a few years ago, back when floppy disks were still pretty common, and someone called because she was having trouble with a file on her floppy disk. I asked her to make me a copy of the disk so I could see what the problem was, and when I got back from lunch there was a Xerox copy of her disk sitting on my chair. I still have it someplace.

Similarly, one of my cohorts got a phone call from a man who was all upset because the slide-out cupholder on his computer had broken off. :rolleyes:

Me: hello
s: I need the schedule
Me: what schedule?
s: for the thing
Me: what thing?
s: you know
Me: apparently not
s: who's working Monday?
Me: no who's on first
s:what?
Me: I do 4 schedules. Which specific schedule are you looking for?
s: oh, wait, who did I call?
Me: <my name>
s: oh, wait, you don't do that schedule, K does.........bye.
:rolleyes:

I still don't know what she wanted.


oh and
Me: hello
Bill collector : Is Tanya there?
Me: you have the wrong number
Bill collector: is this 555-1234?
Me: yes, but there is no Tanya here
Bill collector: when will she be back?
Me : she doesn't live here, this isn't her number, we got the number 2 years ago, I don't know any Tanya, all I know is she had the number before we did and she didn't pay her bills
Bill collector : can I leave a message?
Me: she won't get it
Bill collector :I really need to speak with her
Me: Then you should call her
Bill collector: I did
Me : no you called me
Bill collector: Isn't this Tanya?
Me: no, I don't know Tanya, this isn't her number
Bill collector: do you know how I can reach her?
Me: Ouija board??
Bill collector: did she die?

then I let my 4 year old talk to them for about 30 minutes, and then they hung up.

I was working on a computer help desk a few years ago, back when floppy disks were still pretty common, and someone called because she was having trouble with a file on her floppy disk. I asked her to make me a copy of the disk so I could see what the problem was, and when I got back from lunch there was a Xerox copy of her disk sitting on my chair. I still have it someplace.

Similarly, one of my cohorts got a phone call from a man who was all upset because the slide-out cupholder on his computer had broken off. :rolleyes:
Had something similar with floppy disks.Manual:insert the disks into drive.Moron:Pushes 6 disks into drive in one go!!!!!
On another occasion an old girl calls saying that the foot pedal didn't work.I had to explain the purpose of a mouse.
The stupidity of the general public knows no bounds.And any one who says that something is fool proof is underestimating
the ingenuity of fools.

This is a call I got at home:

me: Hello?
Caller: Is Dwayne there?
me: Who?
caller: Dwayne, this is his number.
me: No, nobody named dwayne lives or has lived here.
caller: Alright, thank you.

Five Minutes later...

me: Hello?
caller: Is Dwayne there?
me: No, you just called here, still a wrong number.
caller: Ok

Five Minutes later..

me: Hello
caller: Is Dwayne there?
me: You need to try a different number, this is the third time you've used the wrong one.
caller: Look, you stupid idiot, I need to talk to Dwayne and this is his num-
*sound of me slamming the phone then leaving it off the hook*

While working in an un-named retail establishment (in the electionics department), I was once asked if we had "one of those cables with the two ends."

No sir, we only carry cables of infinate length.