Teaching Old Dogs New Tricks
Well well well. For once in my life in Brisbane I haven't been updating this thing every second day. Make that every day. I've started a new job, still at QUT, so I can safely say that I'm becoming institutionalised. It's at the main helpline at QUT, with better pay and lots of hours. The dream job, one might say.
This extra pay comes with extra responsibility - that is, the power to receive calls from the most annoying, silly and petty humans that Brisbane can throw at you. Now let's settle this. People are generally nice. They do some nice things every now and again. One lady in my new workplace (a wonderful little call centre out at QUT Carseldine) brings in cake twice a week, and good cake at that. Her husband is a gourmet cake delivery-person.
However there are some cases of humanity where a person becomes twisted and bitter, waiting for the ideal moment to take its revenge on the world. Such is the case of 72 year old Dorph Morstle. (Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent) This man has been through about three post graduate courses in as many years, and puts them all onto fee help. He's currently up to $18 000, and we're betting that he takes his debts to the grave. What really sets this guy apart, however, is his manner of dealing with QUT. His constant swearing and general inability to communicate without abusing the listener has resulted in his infamy within our call centre. All calls are to be immediately forwarded onto our supervisor.
Just today, back at my first job at the student computing helpdesk, I was presented with some more randomness... a lady just came up and asked both the librarian on duty and myself to be witnesses to her will. Tis interesting, because one day soon we might be contacted to ask, "Was this lady in her right mind...". I guess every new day is a chance to do something that you've never done before. It's just that some opportunities just jump out and grab you.
-Fin-
This extra pay comes with extra responsibility - that is, the power to receive calls from the most annoying, silly and petty humans that Brisbane can throw at you. Now let's settle this. People are generally nice. They do some nice things every now and again. One lady in my new workplace (a wonderful little call centre out at QUT Carseldine) brings in cake twice a week, and good cake at that. Her husband is a gourmet cake delivery-person.
However there are some cases of humanity where a person becomes twisted and bitter, waiting for the ideal moment to take its revenge on the world. Such is the case of 72 year old Dorph Morstle. (Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent) This man has been through about three post graduate courses in as many years, and puts them all onto fee help. He's currently up to $18 000, and we're betting that he takes his debts to the grave. What really sets this guy apart, however, is his manner of dealing with QUT. His constant swearing and general inability to communicate without abusing the listener has resulted in his infamy within our call centre. All calls are to be immediately forwarded onto our supervisor.
Just today, back at my first job at the student computing helpdesk, I was presented with some more randomness... a lady just came up and asked both the librarian on duty and myself to be witnesses to her will. Tis interesting, because one day soon we might be contacted to ask, "Was this lady in her right mind...". I guess every new day is a chance to do something that you've never done before. It's just that some opportunities just jump out and grab you.
-Fin-
posted by Luke at 5:03 PM
3 Comments:
And what will you answer when you're asked if the lady who asked a librian and computer help desk dude to witness her will was in her right mind?
The lady was doing postgraduate law. There's no one doing that who's in their right mind ;)
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haha.. that is so mad!!!
how cool, to be a witness on someone's will who you don't even know! I think i'll have to put that on my "to do" list.
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