People who accompanies me on my adventures bloggeleras, Guest apologize for having suspended for two weeks ... precluded me work and parties. Greetings and hugs!
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- I lost a hundred thousand dollars for his fault!
heard hysterical and angry voice shouting over the phone.
worked in the hotel where we had a serious problem with the Internet signal, hardly reached beyond the fourth floor. And our work is divided between introducing a more effective wireless system throughout the vast resort guests and dealing with complainers by bad service while the project was, not easy to develop, came running. So my old chief and the entire team of systems (He, I, the telephone and our two receptionists computer center, close friends) we spent the day dealing with people who paid a fortune by an Internet "high speed" which runs slower a telegram at the time of my grandmother.
claims were many and of all colors: Ladies worried about talking to the children who had left home alone while they were leading a group of international companies, gentlemen concerned about communicating with lovers, as they were leading an international company and official family; lovesick girls online, executives eager to receive emails, grandparents viagra online buyers and prostis of categories, looking for colorful coastal gay bleached ... In short, we had heard everything. But I never had been blamed for losing one hundred thousand dollars that amount could not even blame myself for losing.
It was Mrs. Schwartz, the hysterical woman, crazy, wild, desperate and thinner than you can imagine. He had an eye on all sides, like rubber balls bouncing between the cavity were his sharp cheekbones. Smoked Chacuaco and I cried like a train. For the time I got to the room to check your computer accused me of having made him lose ten thousand dollars. It was funny that he was so angry about the Internet connection in your room wearing a flowered bikini on her scrawny little body.
"I'm going to sue!" He shouted, while his children and adolescents and numb by the decibels of her voice, she saw a face of those who cry knowing that compassion and empathy would not have it all easy with that woman made fiend. "I'm going to sue for all the money I have wasted!" The poor children brought giant fluorescent shorts and goggles on their foreheads waiting for the mother burst out with them a dip in the pool.
Mrs. Schwartz was a stockbroker in New York, so I shouted, but instead to wiggle out of your software to the daily supply and demand and so vacationing with her two children in paradisiacal beaches of Vallarta, it was attached to a mini laptop that warned him every fifteen seconds I had lost wireless signal ... and a few thousand dollars in the intermediate hysterical almost killed in a strike, similar to cardiac arrest I wanted to give me when I discovered to my horror that the Internet signal was almost zero while on the monitor is reflected scrawny and wrinkled face of Mrs. Schwartz shouting who knows how many expletives.
- Can we go swimming we, Mom? Asked the major with a face of eternal boredom.
- Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! "Cried the woman as if instead of listening to that question was watching your child being eaten by a trio of sharks. - Stay where you are! "And the two children returned to the couch like two puppies trained.
I ran as if instead of a mini laptop without internet connection there to have a female victim of an epileptic seizure, in the end it was true. I looked to my boss and I put half the world on alert that there was a very thin hysterical, in bikini, in a room and on the verge of suicide. We took our work tools: a ladder without a harness and a laptop that the battery not lasting, plus a few boosters (gizmos for amplifying wireless signals) that were just as mothers. Yes, believe it or not, even in the best hotels prevailing shortcomings in working instruments. We hung the near post, moved the antenna in the direction of the room, we take a couple of boosters to its mini laptop to see more horripilancia that the signal it had not gone up or a little.
less effort and resources from call reception to ask to change rooms to one another where the Internet signal was optimal, but to our dismay the hotel was with over quota. By then, twenty minutes later, Ms. Schwartz and accused us of having lost more money than we could win all our lives dealing with Internet signals and guests deschavetados.
In this situation, well we might have to give up and tell the lady who could not fix the problem and offer free wired connection in our computer center, or simply ignore the problem, report problem, declare it impossible and get some scolding the governing body and now, on with our lives.
Fortunately, I have always been and always I have worked with people willing to do something more than simple, people who go and see beyond. Indeed, in our work and our lives if we will not do the impossible, what life would joke, its successes and setbacks? Settle, squat, and pretend you do not make things worse is the deception of self and a big scam to our own lives. Over the years I discovered that my happiest moments is when I have done something for someone else, from the simple to the complex. Service to others is one of the main pillars of happiness regardless of whether we will receive something in return, whether inside or outside of work, and that is what I learned to my parents and my experience corroborates this.
course there are many people taking advantage of helpful people and others who are servile, lick balls, hung and dragged, especially in studies and more in governments ... but that's another story. :)
So what I did was: get a powerful antenna within our new and fresh arsenal of which were to be installed in the coming days, and hung from the balcony nearest to the room of Mrs. Schwartz. The building was dull and had a very narrow pots on balconies, full of thick, thorny trees of bougainvillea that I did not easy work, while my boss, no fool, holding the ladder by which I ascended. Needless to say, my foot bone that I got stuck between the trunks of the trees, I scratched his arms to position the antenna, I was filled with dust, sweat and pork under the intense tropical sun and I almost nosed when a branches would not let me move forward. "I love my job," I had to make believe through a mantra, I who love the convenience of the desktop. To cut a long story short, I ended up like a hobo when I went to the room and Mrs. Schwartz showed that their internet signal was 100 percent.
"is you made a mess, "he said as I looked up and down." I care more about the filthy connection. I'm going to enjoy the holidays with my children. And I will sue. The auction is closed and made me lose a lot of money. Much! "Told us very unhappy with the smoke of his cigar going off up your pores.
den When I returned to our operations people looked at me with surprise across the aisle, so s as colleagues in other departments. When you reach the lair my companions began to laugh at my scratches and dirt on my uniform. However, most bladder relaxes them when they discovered gracefully as my fingers out from the shoes that descend in such a mission by a stockbroker. All had tattered front because of the thorns of the trees on the balcony and that the shoes were new, and what to say they were my favorite.
smiled pleased to see me in the bathroom mirror when I got to the locker room to groom uniform and injuries, made a wreck. Mission accomplished.
Months later, I discovered a report that this woman had got up to leave the hotel to congratulate the "computer guy" for the excellent work he had done, "breaking up shoes."
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