Something written as a break from writing Desert Moon. Hope you
guys enjoy it.
The below story is not intended as copyright infringement, and
is intended solely as entertaiment for tech support operatives
who also like Anime. Those characters that appear as themselves
belong to their specific creators. Please don't sue me, I have no
money.
Technical Slayers Muyo 1/2
A Quickie Fanfiction
By Valandar the Red
"Gaahh! How stupid can these people be!" yelled Ranma.
"I could be very cruel here," said Lina, "but you don't know
Gourry, so you wouldn't get it."
In the cubicle across the row, Tenchi struggled with a
caller. "No, ma'am. No ma'am. No, it isn't a cupholder, it's a
CD-ROM. Yes, ma'am. Yes, you put CD programs in it. No, ma'am,
not all music CD's have programs. No, ma'am, you can't put a
regular floppy disk into it. Yes, ma'am, I know they're not very
floppy. Ye...ye...yes, ma'am, we're sending out a new CD-ROM to
replace the one you broke the tray off. Thank you for calling,
goodbye." He punched the 'release' button, and threw down the
headset. "Why do I even work here? I'm the emporer of an
interstellar realm, I don't need this job!"
Ranma glanced over. "Well, at least we're slow on the calls,
today. Yesterday, we had sixty five calls waiting at one point."
Lina glared at him. "Yeah, right before you went to lunch,
and left us stuck with 'em all. I really wanted to toss a Dragon
Slave or two down the line at the really stupid ones."
BEEP!
"Oh, great, I got a call," said Ranma. "Hello, thank you for
calling Mishima technical support. My name is Ranma, how can I
help you? Yes, Mr. Tokugawa, that is one of our machines. No, sir,
I can't give you my last...Sir, could you please watch your...sir,
this is your second warning about your language. If you cannot
quit cursing, I...sir, this is your third warning, and...Sir, I
have to terminate this call, now." Click. "Well, he wasn't happy."
"Which machine did he have ?"
"He had model NT-9874."
Lina whistled. "No wonder he was so angry. If I had one of
those, I'd be pretty ticked, too." BEEP "Hello, thank you for
calling Mishima technical support, my name is Lina, how can I
help you? Okay, sir, do you have a serial number? Okay, Mr.
Anjin-san, do you have it plugged in? Good. Is the switch on the
power strip on? Good. Is the power strip plugged in?" The others
watched as a huge sweatdrop rolled down the side of her face.
"No, sir, power strips don't _provide_ power. That's just another
term for a surge protector. Yes, sir, that is probably why your
toaster and television don't work, either. Well, sir, when you
get your trailer wired for electricity, feel free to call us back
if you have any other technical issues. Thank you for calling,
goodbye." After hitting 'release', she slowly took off her
headset.
"Did he do what I think he did ?" asked Tenchi.
"Yup."
"He had everything plugged into surge protectors, and thought
they supplied electricity?" ventured Ranma.
"Yup."
The three looked at each other for a few minutes. Three
distinct ticks of the clock could be heard. Then they all busted
out in laughter. This attracted the attention of the Mentor on
duty, who came over.
"Quit laughing, and get back on the phones!" she yelled. Her
goddess marks flared, and she reached behind her back for her
ever-present mallet.
"Okay, okay, Skuld, we're doin' it!" chortled Ranma. But, it
didn't matter anymore. They still couldn't stop laughing. Lina
told the story to Skuld, who began to giggle, herself.
"Alright, that's okay. But the next time you get someone that
stupid...put it on speakerphone, so I can listen." With a wink,
she turned, and left.
Don't really know where to go from there. Yes, I have
recieved all three calls during my time in Tech Support, in
addition to quite a few others. I still get a kick out of the one
woman saying, "Those floppy disks aren't vey floppy, are they?"
- Valandar the Red of the Empty Tankard
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