A Fruity Career
“Dammit, none of the applicants we’ve interviewed so far are qualified for this job! Why can’t we find someone with some serious screwdriver skills who’s willing to reach the climax position?”
“Hang on, we’ve got one more interview.”
This is probably why I can’t manage to be happy even when I am sad. I’ve never tried putting my screwdriver everywhere.
I used to put my screwdriver everywhere, and while it will make you happy even when you’re sad, eventually insurance stops paying for the penicillin.
I’m pretty sure I was speaking to Rakesh the other night when I answered the phone about 6 pm.
If he had identified himself as a hidden scientist, I might have listened to him.
I once needed to get some modem settings from the manufacturer of this modem I used, and I got a guy on the phone who spoke way less intelligibly than Rakesh.
Tech Support: ‘Allo, please to be khamra sinta jalalalalaballa ooey onda fling.
Me: Uhhh… Yeah, look, can I speak with someone who speaks English?
Tech Support: Ajhyess, deese may be for to can be formee too forewe, yes?
Me: WHAT?
Tech Support: Peese nouwyou pobwem allalalabar inta, right?
Me: Hold on a minute. I can’t understand a single thing you are saying. Can I speak to someone who speaks English?
Tech Support: Assa mee, sir.
Me: Oh, for the love of…
Tech Support: (speaking slowly) ‘Allo. My name es… Steve. I live in… Indiana.
Me: Indiana? Not India?
Tech Support: Indiana, USA.
Me: And your name is Steve.
Tech Support: Steve, yes.
Me: Tell me, Steve, what is the capital of Indiana?
Tech Support: Bahalajar onto fignoori spleesum…
Me: (click)