My life story! I worked customer service for DirectTV for a while, too. And Gevalia *coughscamcough* coffee. I feel your pain. Now I work for the government doing the same thing and making the same money. "Oh my baby's dying," they say. "Oh my house is on fire," they say. "Oh my baby's on fire." Cry me a river, people.
I love any thread that has "budget," "hardware," "found objects," or "cheap" in the title. If it's not 100% accurate but it's affordable, I'm usually all for it. Especially if it's a prop that apparently has no definitive measurements.
Directv has this hideous multi-room viewing system coming out next month and we had 6 hours of hopelessly poorly written training on it yesterday, but it was at least being away from the phone where people who seem to be glued to their sofas profanely scream about any interruption in their vegetative state to you for 8hrs. The work is marvelous when you talk to some old people who aren't complainers like this at least old enough to remember when one had to get off their pimply a55 to turn a knob or adjust the rabbit ears.
My childhood was most times standing there holding on to the aerial watch Tom Baker through a haze of UHF static and snow hoping I wouldn't loose the signal entirely. I can remember I watched Tom in "Pirate Planet" go off the plank and then lost the signal and Tom was inexplicably back after some twiddlng and someone had to tell me later the Tom that went over the side had been a hologram. There's no suspense anymore that you might lose the signal, and now when they do because the dog gnawed a wire outside they want someone to scream invectives at like it's my fault.
And I put up with this because I have a little farm house that I can go back to and put the telly up loud as I like at 3am and not be like I was in my Los Angeles days were there was a couple cooking dog in garlic or something on one side and two homosexual screeching over the drapes in the other apt. There's upsides to being lowly paid and abused.
I have friends on the East and Left Coasts who have these fantastical jobs where they are paid $80.000 yr or something and they are deploying servers with distributed whatsits and they babble about it like Data in Star Trek and it makes no sense to me it all, and they drive 45 minutes to work and 80 hours a week while back here in the middle of nowhere I'm telling someone in the Bronx or Detroit or Hawaii how to get his tv on ch 3 so he can see Directv because they're too thick to work this out for themselves and being rude about it the whole time and I think - well - are there any openings in ditch digging anymore?
And it's all even more fantastical this idiotic job I took for the health benefits, you see at 47 I was having hideous cataracts which was $6k an eye and the health insurance paid for nicely. But I must lie every call and say "Well I know how frustrating that must be, but I'd be more than happy to help you" when the conversation began with "YOU F&CKERS AT DIRECTV!" and I have to remember to say "Have I met all your Directv needs" which is the YES question "designed" some pinhead thinks to make the customers they have nothing but contempt for really say yes so you can get them off the phone in the required 12 minutes or less. It's like working in a sausage factory and these people take it all so deadly earnestly.
I used to things that actually paid such as a photographer and do tv editing and direct the odd commercial and do a smattering of animation too which is why I'm not very good with power tools outside the chainsaw or other farmboy specific things.
But I digress...
So I come home from that, pet the dogs, fiddle about with the odd hobby and the LAST thing I care about is if my totty little sonic I made just to see if I could is screen accurate. The one in the picture is like the second attempt!