In the old days it was simple. You'd spend the first hour of the day telling people that their cleaner had pulled the plug out of the modem to plug in their vacuum cleaner, move their fax machines away from the radiators because that's why their fax rolls were going black and to stop plugging their phones into the dedicated Telex socket because the 80V was making them smoke before getting back to creating arses out of asterisks and sending them to the Duke of Edinburghs' Telecom Gold account and chatting with random strangers on 'Talkabout'.
That was once the cutting edge of technology and I was totally fucked on the odd occasion someone rang up asking why he couldn't pick up his carrier tone...
Ahhh you youngsters don't know how easy you have it!
Hahaha haha, you are right!!!
Although I do remember back in the days of mostly working in the office of doing heehaw till about half past ten and then not much after lunch. Some glory days they were!! :0D
Definitely not much after lunch as by the time the pub shut at 3, there was only an hour before hometime at BT lol
Sounds fecking marvellous! The way it should be!