Grrrrrr!
The last couple weeks have been very good for Teeka and I.
I'm very lucky to have the parents I do, who despite what I might think of them sometimes are very quick to forgive, and quick to admit fault when they believe they are at it. I love you, Mom and Dad!
Teeka has... gotten me addicted to the world of Second Life. It's very cool, very fun, and unlike pretty-much any other "game" I've played before. I've been meeting new people and generally having a good time. I'm "SR Puff" if you want to look me up online, eh. (And Yay! for referral money! :D)
And then, there was today. Today I'm feeling rather sick, so I called in sick. And, well...
To the ditzy bitch who decided to have her semi-monthly, "I can't figure out how to type my password" brain fart today:
When I tell my coworkers that I'm sick, but am still reachable via cell-phone in case you have and emergency, the answer is No: Forgetting how to type your fucking password is not an emergency. In fact, very, very few issues that affect only one person are an "emergency." Even more so when it's something I've walked you through at least a half-dozen times.
When you call and wake me up *twice* with this issue, yes, I will be annoyed.
When I then attempt to walk you through the incredibly neophytic task of How To Type My Fucking Password, and you LIE to me about what you see on your screen, then Yes: You can expect my annoyance with you to escalate rapidly to a nice seething anger.
And when you then notice that I'm growing short with you, and get all uppity about it, you've just lost your right to ask me for anything for a week. Or longer. Call it the Stupid Tax, if you want.
...
You know, I really don't have a problem supporting users, nor do I have a problem helping people with despairingly few computer skills. Heck, the first two times I explained to this person about How To Log In, I really didn't have a problem with it. To some people, getting the right Windows domain, or remembering the right password is a little challenging. The first time. Or two.
But when the person I'm trying to help REFUSES to even attempt to engage brain at some point, and I end up explaining the exact same procedure again, and again, and again... Well, that does grow old at some point.
...
It's just so frustrating with her (and a couple others like her in my office). I mean: She's not a stupid person. She does things in her job role that I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to do.
But Jesus H. F*cking Christ on a pogo stick, woman! YOUR GODDAMN PASSWORD IS WRITTEN ON A NOTEPAD IN YOUR DESK DRAWER! I KNOW IT IS; I'VE SEEN IT! HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT TO TYPE THOSE EXACT LETTERS INTO THE 'PASSWORD' FIELD OF THE LOG-IN SCREEN?
...
Thank you. Rant over.
I'm very lucky to have the parents I do, who despite what I might think of them sometimes are very quick to forgive, and quick to admit fault when they believe they are at it. I love you, Mom and Dad!
Teeka has... gotten me addicted to the world of Second Life. It's very cool, very fun, and unlike pretty-much any other "game" I've played before. I've been meeting new people and generally having a good time. I'm "SR Puff" if you want to look me up online, eh. (And Yay! for referral money! :D)
And then, there was today. Today I'm feeling rather sick, so I called in sick. And, well...
To the ditzy bitch who decided to have her semi-monthly, "I can't figure out how to type my password" brain fart today:
When I tell my coworkers that I'm sick, but am still reachable via cell-phone in case you have and emergency, the answer is No: Forgetting how to type your fucking password is not an emergency. In fact, very, very few issues that affect only one person are an "emergency." Even more so when it's something I've walked you through at least a half-dozen times.
When you call and wake me up *twice* with this issue, yes, I will be annoyed.
When I then attempt to walk you through the incredibly neophytic task of How To Type My Fucking Password, and you LIE to me about what you see on your screen, then Yes: You can expect my annoyance with you to escalate rapidly to a nice seething anger.
And when you then notice that I'm growing short with you, and get all uppity about it, you've just lost your right to ask me for anything for a week. Or longer. Call it the Stupid Tax, if you want.
...
You know, I really don't have a problem supporting users, nor do I have a problem helping people with despairingly few computer skills. Heck, the first two times I explained to this person about How To Log In, I really didn't have a problem with it. To some people, getting the right Windows domain, or remembering the right password is a little challenging. The first time. Or two.
But when the person I'm trying to help REFUSES to even attempt to engage brain at some point, and I end up explaining the exact same procedure again, and again, and again... Well, that does grow old at some point.
...
It's just so frustrating with her (and a couple others like her in my office). I mean: She's not a stupid person. She does things in her job role that I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to do.
But Jesus H. F*cking Christ on a pogo stick, woman! YOUR GODDAMN PASSWORD IS WRITTEN ON A NOTEPAD IN YOUR DESK DRAWER! I KNOW IT IS; I'VE SEEN IT! HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT TO TYPE THOSE EXACT LETTERS INTO THE 'PASSWORD' FIELD OF THE LOG-IN SCREEN?
...
Thank you. Rant over.