Yes, two in the same week! Huzzah! I’m on fire! LOL, no. Please go see my new flash fiction piece here. And Shabbat Shalom, y’all.🙂 -jdt- Continue reading Really? Two?
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Ha! Did I make ya jump?
‘Cause, y’know, my coming back and posting again is sort of unexpected, right?
It shouldn’t be, but it probably is.
Here’s what’s going on…ready?
Today, at 11 a.m. my time, I’m supposed to receive what should be – better be – the last call from the phone support provider contractor, to get our main switchboard changed over from a desktop computer to a laptop.
And I have no idea what time the agent will call.
Over the last few weeks at work, I’ve been tackling revamping the look and feel of our web pages to bring them out of the 1990s and up to modern standards.
Right now, the most, or at least one of the most, popular and easy-to-implement look-and-feel design templates (called a “framework”) is Bootstrap, created by Twitter.
It has a ton of benefits for lazy people (like me), technically disabled people (like me), and people who want things to look good (like me). So, I chose that one.
So, the General Manager for the group who owns the building has decided, due to cost-cutting measures, not to have a manned reception desk. He doesn’t want an automated system to answer and transfer customers around, though. I mean, that would be costly, and we can’t have that, now can we?
So to have his cake and eat it too, he came up with a solution in place at other divisions of our company.
So far, today hasn’t been stellar for me. I got here and everything looked okay, except I realized one of my weekend routines – which I should have checked yesterday – didn’t work right. (Again. *Sigh*)
Then the phone support people wanted me to choke them all. They informed me of this by making things miserable and hard.
And it’s not noon yet where I live.