Verily, " 'Tis better than thine."
My milkshake summons all the gentlemen to the yard
And they say, " 'Tis better than thine."
Verily, " 'Tis better than thine."
I could instruct you, but I would have to levy a fee.
Anyway, back to your regularly scheduled LJ entry...
softlykarou and I almost had a heart attack when my e-mail to the person facilitating our move into our apartment bounced. I tried again, and it bounced again, but it was 11:30 at night, so I couldn't really do anything about it. I had softlykarou call again today, though, and it looked like it was a momentary fluke. He still worked there, and he didn't have any idea why our e-mail didn't get through. Incidentally, the e-mail was about what apartment number we were, since we were told the wrong one the first time. As it turns out, we are Number Six.
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I AM NOT A NUMBER! I AM A FREE MAN!!
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How reasonable is it for me to expect someone working in a modern office to understand basic computer functions? For me to expect them to know that, say, if there are two distinct locations to save stories to (on the network or on the hard drive), and I give a location which is on the hard drive, not to load up the network save option and stare at it with a dumbfounded look on their face before asking me what they're doing wrong. For me to expect them to know basic tricks like copy/paste to a new document when the current one isn't saving. For me to expect them not to constantly fuck up and save over their previous documents (something that, in several years, I have never done), requiring multiple redundant backups to keep my/their work safe from them. It's kind of weird how I'm the computer go-to guy for minor things, and yet I would describe myself as having "adequate" computer aptitude.
In further news, I ran into two of the most ridiculously named twins today I have ever seen--Destinee Mi’Amor and Charitee My’Amor [last name omitted]. Sometimes, I think we'd be better off if we had a board like Germany, where you were required to submit the name of a newborn and they checked it to make sure it wasn't stupid or likely to make your child want to kill you when they came of age.
Only a week and a half until we move into our apartment. Watching softlykarou's Sims game (which has sims of us living together) makes me itchy for it. As a note, we'll have a wireless adaptor, but with enough security (set up by my father) that random assholes can't come in and leech off our bandwidth. I figure that it's reasonable, considering how many of us have been that random asshole before.
Be seeing you.