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Sometimes I just want to scream "Fucking figure it out for yourself!" As you might imagine, today is one of those days. As much as I think my college degrees are kind of meh, at least I learned how to think so that I don't come up with stupid questions like "what do I do now? the button is one inch to the left of where it normally is, so even though it's functionally the same, I have absolutely no clue where to proceed from here."
Seriously, sheeple. I really don't think I'm asking for much. But it really really pisses me off when I'm trying to explain it so that next time we don't end up in another stupid-question situation (because yes, there ARE stupid questions) and then all I get is a blank look and "so I just type in 7520 and it will work?"
And then I feel bad and think, maybe other people didn't have the same advantages growing up, so I should be more accomodating. But then all the resentment of my childhood and adolescence comes boiling to the surface and I'm mad about two things instead of just one.
So then I abruptly end my mini teaching session and give up. To me, right now, some things just aren't worth it.
"Just type 7520 in this blank and hit the Submit button. Just do that."
...
Right now there's a guy in the next office complaining that someone left a report on his chair, and that report is incorrect because it doesn't take into account certain contractual arrangements and rollovers from prior years. He doesn't know who it's from, or what it's for, but he assumes it is meant to tell him he's spending too much.
My solution? Reach down into your pants, and unwad your panties already.
If nobody knows who generated the report or what it's for, there's really no use in stressing over it. Especially when you know that it's wrong, and the financial people agree that it's missing certain key information. So until someone comes forward and explains what they left on your chair and why, just simmer down, Cujo.
Seriously, sheeple. I really don't think I'm asking for much. But it really really pisses me off when I'm trying to explain it so that next time we don't end up in another stupid-question situation (because yes, there ARE stupid questions) and then all I get is a blank look and "so I just type in 7520 and it will work?"
And then I feel bad and think, maybe other people didn't have the same advantages growing up, so I should be more accomodating. But then all the resentment of my childhood and adolescence comes boiling to the surface and I'm mad about two things instead of just one.
So then I abruptly end my mini teaching session and give up. To me, right now, some things just aren't worth it.
"Just type 7520 in this blank and hit the Submit button. Just do that."
...
Right now there's a guy in the next office complaining that someone left a report on his chair, and that report is incorrect because it doesn't take into account certain contractual arrangements and rollovers from prior years. He doesn't know who it's from, or what it's for, but he assumes it is meant to tell him he's spending too much.
My solution? Reach down into your pants, and unwad your panties already.
If nobody knows who generated the report or what it's for, there's really no use in stressing over it. Especially when you know that it's wrong, and the financial people agree that it's missing certain key information. So until someone comes forward and explains what they left on your chair and why, just simmer down, Cujo.