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Small Pleasures
Jan. 24th, 2004 06:17 pmI found myself more than once being rather unprofessional today.
Customers often ask where our office is located (I do tech support for an ISP, telling people that, yes, their new copy of Windows XP has come down with a virus, or worse, among other things) and, when I tell them Toronto, they often wonder what the weather is like here.
Today, I not only admitted it was quite cold, "for Toronto," but then proceded to brag, "Not that I want to brag," that I rode my bicycle in to work in it.
I enjoy the inevitable reaction, one that combines impressed surprise with a subtextual suggestion that I am, perhaps, not altogether sane.
Takes the sting out of numb finger-tips, it does.
You may now return to your regular programming.
Customers often ask where our office is located (I do tech support for an ISP, telling people that, yes, their new copy of Windows XP has come down with a virus, or worse, among other things) and, when I tell them Toronto, they often wonder what the weather is like here.
Today, I not only admitted it was quite cold, "for Toronto," but then proceded to brag, "Not that I want to brag," that I rode my bicycle in to work in it.
I enjoy the inevitable reaction, one that combines impressed surprise with a subtextual suggestion that I am, perhaps, not altogether sane.
Takes the sting out of numb finger-tips, it does.
You may now return to your regular programming.