Back in the early days of MTV and books-on-tape, a friend and I used to to say "Hey, have you seen that new song?" "Yeah, did you hear that new book?"
5 minutes of confusion today, in the middle of trying to figure out how to pretty up a financial chart - - Linda (my supervisor): Fred in marketing wants to know if we have an aerial picture of the building. Me: Uhhhhhh I haven't seen one taken since the 60s. A lot's changed since then. Oo! I can go on google earth and get a satellite view. (I do, and email it to Fred) Phone rings. Fred: I guess I didn't explain too well. I meant an aerial view of the front of the building. Me: Like from a plane? Fred: Yes. Me: You'll have to hire a plane and get 'er done then, 'cause I don't have one. Fred: Well, not necessarily from a plane. Like, from a bucket or a ladder out front. Me: That's significantly different than an aerial shot. Fred: I have a low-res one that I think Denise took. I'll send it to you so you can see. Me: Well, if Denise took it, why you ask HER where the hi res one is? Fred: Um. Me: Makes sense, no? Fred: Good bye. Me:
A woman in my office has decided that instead of leaving prints on the printer to be picked up by the people who printed them, she'd be nice and deliver them herself. Only she doesn't know who printed what, of course. Unfortunately I sit next to the printer. Resulting in this brief exchange: Her: John, did you print this? Me: Nope. Her: Do you think somebody did? me: Her:
Email received Wednesday for corrections to a piece of art: "I'm requesting the change be done for today. If not, tomorrow will be fine. I'll be back in the office Friday."
They're probably just used to dealing with our computer services department. If you don't say a request is "urgent", it just sits on a pile and never gets done. So they told you it needs to be done today, when they don't need it until tomorrow.
I was on travel for work with a friend when we decided to hit the drive-through for lunch. I pulled up to the microphone and gave my order. I then asked my "pal" what she wanted. She told me and I repeated it back to the mike. When finished she added, "to go". I dutifully repeated it and then slapped myself in the head.
They've had my new dual-processor graphics PC in house for 2 months now. Still waiting for Nick to get the software build done and get it to me.
Did support for an off site proposal meeting for Oak Ridge Laboratories - you know, one of the two groups primarily responsible for the Atom Bomb. Everyone there had a Ph.D or three, and there were three Nobel laureates in the room. None of them could use their fucking Windows 95 computers. I spent the entire time just teaching them basic computer skills. Guess guys with brains that big have minions to do things like that for them (I being one at the time). However, you just have to slap your head an go 'D'oh!'. Oh, they were meeting to go over proposals to see who the DOE would fund for nuclear research that year....
I demand that next time you go to a drive-thru you get your stuff, park, carry the bags inside and eat in the restaurant.
That guy in the first post who didn't know what a margin is? The guy who's a brilliant electronics/software enegineer? He often calls me over to his office to show him how to do something in powerpoint - and I mean basics like centering text, adding a slide...
I think you should get some sort of slow-acting poison, that builds up in the body over time. Then, every time he calls you over, you should slip some into his coffee.
