My True Calling

Good day, friends and foes,

I've forged a new identity and have another great idea of how to make my life worthwhile. Read on and tell me what you think. On Saturday our WiFi wasn't working, so I called the Century Tel 800 number. I had a 30 minute conversation with the nicest young man. He patiently asked me the standard questions..What operating system do you have? (I don't know. How do I find that out?)..Well, how old is your computer? (Not sure. How do I find that out? I think my third child was in grade school when we got it. Give me a minute...)What search engine are you trying to get onto? (I don't know. All of them. Any of them. Just get me to my e-mail.)..Did you unplug the ethernet cord? (What color did you say that was? I think it's unplugged. I unplugged something.) Which lights are flashing? (Just a minute. Let me get my glasses.) Did you type in the codes I gave you? (Oops. I accidentally pushed "enter"; could you give me those 20 digits/letter again?). What's happening on the router? (Which one did you say was the router?) Luckily, I get a different guy every time I call. I worry that the techies might save my number (they would know how to do that, you know) and publish a "phone number hit list" of customers they want to off. I'm afraid I would be near the top of the list. That's why, despite many requests, I never give out my phone number to young men in bars. You just never know... On the other hand, I think I could make big money as a techie tester. I could hire myself out to large corporations to test the mettle of their tech support. If they could make it through a 30 minute conversation with me without heading for the nearest bridge afterward or reaching for a bottle of whiskey under the desk, they would be up to the job...

Tormenting techies,
I remain
Tizzie/Tiz/Tizmom/Mom/Liz/Elizabeth