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DUMBEST PERSON WITH A DEGREE
Many years ago, I was an engineer working for a company that supplied that repaired and serviced office equipment, computers, printers, fax machines and photocopiers etc.
One Friday after I had finished my last call, my pager beeped and I got a message to phone the office urgently.
A very good customer's fax machine wasn't working, and he had to send a very important document that night.
He couldn't wait as it was urgent and I was asked to go to him as a matter of extreme urgency.
Like an idiot, knowing full well that. The person I was going to was an obnoxious arrogant arsehole.
I stupidly said yes.
The arsehole in question was a lawyer with more letters after his name, than I had in mine.
The scenario was, he had drafted a legal document and it had to be sent that night, abroad so it could be presented to the legal team there.
Everyone in his office, who normally dealt with such things, had already left and he just needed to fax this document, but the machine wouldn't send it. Neither would his other fax machine.
Normally, that would indicate that it was a line problem, but I told the office to get someone to drive halfway with a spare fax and meet me, just in case it couldn't be fixed there and then.
The arsehole was about an hour and a half's drive away, but it was now rush hour and it would take considerably longer than that.
After a meeting up and grabbing the spare fax, I managed to get to the arseholes office and knocked on his door with the spare machine under my arm at about 7.30. Fridays I normally finished about 4.30.
He greeted me with a, "...and where the bloody hell have you been?!!!”
I tested the line to the fax and all was well, apart from him yelling at me that he had tried to send it 25 times and it hadn't gone.
I asked him if he had tried the other fax machine in the adjacent office. His response was, "Of course I have! Do you think I am a blithering idiot? That one is broken too!”
I asked him for the number of the machine he was transmitting to and rang it. It answered and started its handshake.
So I sent his fax and it went through straight away without a problem.
I printed a transmission report to show him and told him that it was sent through.
By this time, he was completely purple and was quaking with rage. “Gone through!“ he screamed. “Gone through!
Do you think that I am completely stupid?!”
He snatched the document out of my hand and thrust it in my face. “It's still bloody here!”
As calmly as I was able, I took the document from him and faxed it to his other machine.
I gave it back to him and led him into the other office, to where a perfect printed copy of the document he was holding lay in the receiving tray. “That is how fax machines work." I told him.
I never visited his office again, at his request.
Many years ago, I was an engineer working for a company that supplied that repaired and serviced office equipment, computers, printers, fax machines and photocopiers etc.
One Friday after I had finished my last call, my pager beeped and I got a message to phone the office urgently.
A very good customer's fax machine wasn't working, and he had to send a very important document that night.
He couldn't wait as it was urgent and I was asked to go to him as a matter of extreme urgency.
Like an idiot, knowing full well that. The person I was going to was an obnoxious arrogant arsehole.
I stupidly said yes.
The arsehole in question was a lawyer with more letters after his name, than I had in mine.
The scenario was, he had drafted a legal document and it had to be sent that night, abroad so it could be presented to the legal team there.
Everyone in his office, who normally dealt with such things, had already left and he just needed to fax this document, but the machine wouldn't send it. Neither would his other fax machine.
Normally, that would indicate that it was a line problem, but I told the office to get someone to drive halfway with a spare fax and meet me, just in case it couldn't be fixed there and then.
The arsehole was about an hour and a half's drive away, but it was now rush hour and it would take considerably longer than that.
After a meeting up and grabbing the spare fax, I managed to get to the arseholes office and knocked on his door with the spare machine under my arm at about 7.30. Fridays I normally finished about 4.30.
He greeted me with a, "...and where the bloody hell have you been?!!!”
I tested the line to the fax and all was well, apart from him yelling at me that he had tried to send it 25 times and it hadn't gone.
I asked him if he had tried the other fax machine in the adjacent office. His response was, "Of course I have! Do you think I am a blithering idiot? That one is broken too!”
I asked him for the number of the machine he was transmitting to and rang it. It answered and started its handshake.
So I sent his fax and it went through straight away without a problem.
I printed a transmission report to show him and told him that it was sent through.
By this time, he was completely purple and was quaking with rage. “Gone through!“ he screamed. “Gone through!
Do you think that I am completely stupid?!”
He snatched the document out of my hand and thrust it in my face. “It's still bloody here!”
As calmly as I was able, I took the document from him and faxed it to his other machine.
I gave it back to him and led him into the other office, to where a perfect printed copy of the document he was holding lay in the receiving tray. “That is how fax machines work." I told him.
I never visited his office again, at his request.
