while in Hungary, a pipe burst over my cubicle resulting in a host of water-damaged moldy books, a smattering of ceiling insulation specks strewn about the floor, and a now defunct telephone. the story that is about to ensue involves said phone.
the place i work is large enough to warrant its own tech support. i walk over to the help desk and explain my situation. "My phone doesn't work," I say. They create a work order and I believe my situation to be remedied in a few short hours.
several hours later, the response i get nicely packaged in an email:
Customer (Karin Tome): Her phone is not turned on.
Response: Will contact user.
Response: Called user. She's not available. Left voice mail.