Permanent State of Mind: Confusion

That pretty much sums up exactly how Cypher & I feel when taking these calls. Confused. Not terribly long ago, we discussed ad nauseam the fact that many of the callers do not own a computer. This intrigues us because the very nature of our business is to assist these callers with online technical support. Why dontchyouse play the fly on the wall to a smattering of our conversation on this pressing issue:
Cypher begins, "You know, I just gots ta ask ya, Star, where are they gettin' our number?? It's like I'm askin' them where they at on the site and all of a sudden some kinda insane revelation occurs and they go, 'Oh I don't have a computer.' And they're all matter-of-fact about it, like I'm some sort of a damn fool and should know this already. I swear one man was all, 'Oh, I ain't gotta computer. I was buyin' m'self a saw at Home Depot and damn if it didn't have your number on it.' I mean, come on now, damn it, what the funk is wrong wit' dees bitches."
"Seriously! I mean, I was buying some hemorrhoid cream last week and I actually saw our number on the back of the box. What's next I ask you, 'Yeah, I live in a tree and I'm really callin' you from a soup can with a string...' I feel like tellin' them that they are too worthless to speak to any further and then just clang 'em."
"I heard that, sister Star, mmmhmmm. 'Yes I'm callin' you from a desert island off the Pacific Coast and the coconut I'm using for a phone has got your number on the back.' Child, puh-lease! Buncha fuckin' deadbeat morons callin' here for Christ sake."

The laugh to end all laughs....

A former coworker back in the Detention Technology Days had thee bestest laugh I've ever heard. And who would be the one to reproduce Bertrand's laugh with graceful perfection, but my soul sister number nine, Miss Cypher. Here it is in all it's glory. Enjoy, cause I know that those of you with class, sophistication and impeccable wit, will indeed appreciate this little nugget of our lovely little lives.

She's Got It All

"Hey Star, do you have a magnifying glass?"
"Sure, in my desk."

"Do you have any glue?"
"Yeah, I think I have some in my desk."

"Star, what's a biscotti?"
"Oo! It's like an Italian cookie. I have one in my desk actually."
"Um, do you have everything in your desk? 'Hey Star, do you have a formica sink in your drawer?'"
"No, but I have one in mahogany...."

The Birthday Girl Takes a Call

Well, well, well, it's Miss Cypher's special day. That's right, it's our girl's birthday and she is as sassy as ever. Now, here at New Age Slavery, it is a known fact that Cypher is Queen of the Field. Er, well, the Queen of fielding calls, that is. Anyway, recently, our bday baby got a call from a different kind of queen. A gentleman who Cyph referred to in these brilliant words, that I shall leave you with: "He was very 'Showboat'. Very Las Vegas and spirit-fingered." If that shit don't make you laugh then you ain't worth a damn.

Honesty. Such a lonely word.

Cypher, never one to mince words or hold anything back, tells me of her recent run in with a rather obnoxious and unsightly department store assistant: "This bitch had the stomach of a large scud missile. Now dat's a big belly." And that's all you need to know about that.

One Sentence Says So Very Much

She sounded like a sorry, slovenly bitch.

Sendhil Ramamurthy

"Now that's some good love makin' right there. Some people are more in love than others and you just know that when a man is that good lookin' that he came from some damn fine love makin'." Truer words may have never been spoken.