No wonder this luser wanted it cancelled—I certainly wouldn't have wanted to attend.
By now I've given up on hoping that George might suggest the luser apply power to the printer on their own. However, I have begun to think up elaborate mechanisms for carrying out my own death.
It's like George doesn't even work here. I'd get more done if I were answering the damn phone myself, perhaps with a British accent, to better charm my customers.
First of all, Notes times out on attachments WAAAY before five minutes have passed. Second of all...oh, sweet oblivion, I welcome your cold touch. I pray death will soon take me.
And I'm recieving anerror that states i am no longer able to avoid beating you with a sledgehammer.