When I took on this web hosting business, I thought it would be simple enough.
All I had to do was give people their little space on the Interweb and I could then sit back and rake in the readies.
All those cretins that I euphemistically call ‘clients’ keep phoning me with their problems.
I usually hang up on the ones who are blaming me for their hard disk crashing or for the fact that their dog now has rabies, but one or two manage to sneak through my defences.
A hell of a lot of them seem to have problems with e-mails.
Why the fuck can’t they write a letter like the rest of us?
They phone me and complain that they can’t send e-mails or they can’t receive e-mails. They complain that their mailbox is full, or that they are getting spam.
The ones who are getting spam give me a laugh. Who doesn’t get spam? I usually just laugh at them [and maybe if I’m feeling good, I’ll remove them from some of my mailing lists].
The ones who complain about their mailbox being full are simple. I just go onto their server and delete all their mail. For some reason, this annoys them despite the fact that I have solved their problem. Some people are never satisfied.
The ones who complain they are not receiving mails are usually just sad fuckers who are blaming me for their lack of friends.
Oddly enough, I’m getting a lot of complaints from people who claim they can’t send mails.
I did a bit of investigating here as I was intrigued as to why these mails were so important.
One of my clients has just got married. The horny fucker has been sending rather graphic mails to his new mother-in-law telling her how he has fallen in love with her [and what he would like to do with her]. I had a moral dilemma here, so I just redirected all his outgoing mails into his wife’s inbox. They are all on the same server, so he stopped getting error messages and the problem was solved.
There is another bloke who has come up with a new business idea. I’m not sure exactly what it is, but it has something to do with selling ice-cream on line. He is trying to promote his idea by mailing every Tom Dick and Harry he can think of. Fucking idiot. I redirected his outgoing mail into a null account, so he is now happy.
One persistent bastard did some sleuthing of his own. He claims that my mail server has been blacklisted on the Interweb for ‘spreading malicious material or spamming’. He had a fucking nerve. He should mind his own business, and let me get on with mine.
Anyone want any Viagra or an excellent watch?