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My father just talked to me for 45 minutes about how computer dumb this guy he left in at work is.
My dad took 10 days off.
KNOWING that the only person there to take over for him is this braindead guy named Shearn who transferred here as a boat operator a couple years ago (and he actually smashed a nosecone on a submerged, in dock nuke sub.) and was worthless at that too.
He left him trying to do time sheets, using a computer (which he doesn't understand in the least) and getting aaaaaaaaaall kind of annoyed at him when he doesn't do it right or can't figure out how to double click or when it all locked up on him and he had to walk Shearn back through rebooting and logging back in.
"I got it all set up, on desktop... no wait.. not on desktop, in the time sheets icon.."
That's how he says things.
"I was using that Local Area Network and sending e-mail to HRO to ask WHYYYY they were printing off their things on PWC012 instead of PWC01 that's in their office and I let them know that I would TELL THEM how to select a printer, if they really needed to be taught"

*I* taught him how to choose a printer 2 weeks ago.

Telling shearn to handle the time sheets on his own is like telling my dad to ftp a crack from a secure server and then to up it to a friend.
It would be gibberish, he'd get frustrated, and he would feel like I was just being mean in telling him how he's wrong.
Same bullshit with Shearn.

My father may know how to use a mouse but his knowledge doesn't lie far beyond that, and watching him play mister superior to this simple man (and that man IS simple) makes me want to spin his head on his neck.


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Jan. 2nd, 2002 02:53 pm (UTC)
the meme spreads further
my mate Dre asked to say hi whenever I can get round to doing it. I have been infected with the Livejournal meme lately, and thought it a superb memetic weapon... also a fascinatingly unpredictable means for catching glimpses of whatever's under another person's cranium...

and the given example of showing "superiority" is, IMO, all about projecting second-circuit attitudes onto the third circuit - there are quite a few people who pride themselves on the size of their intellects (or, alternatively, private parts, and no, neither of them necessarily has to conform to claims of greatness and, more often than not, they don't - rabbiting a bit there, there's a strange and wonderful relationship between THC and verbosity) - learn a trick and demonstrate it in a patronizing way, what pathetic ego monkeys we are!

Jan. 2nd, 2002 06:09 pm (UTC)
Re: the meme spreads further
your mate Dre stopped talking to me over a tiny misunderstanding.
If you feel like it, tell him I said hello and that I'm still here and open to it.
Maybe he'll understand that.
I offered him use of an LJ once upon a time, and while he's more than willing to spill the inner dialogues fellow birthday holders, he seems unwilling to do so in such a 'public' place as LJ.
Silly Dre.

ego monkeys we may be, but our attending adjective is debateable.
Jan. 3rd, 2002 01:59 am (UTC)
Re: the meme spreads further
Jumping Eris on a stick, stopped talking to you? They reckon Sagittarians cannot spell tact to save their lives, and close observations that it's true (they're charming punters though, and are likely to get away with lots of things), but bearing a long grudge is something I can't quite imagine him doing... I'll drop him a line soonish, and I'll pass your regards on; however, he seemed to talk of you in cheerful tones, I thought you were old chums...
Well, whatever. Are you ready to immanetize the Eschaton?
Jan. 3rd, 2002 12:01 pm (UTC)
Re: the meme spreads further
I think it was more out of a habit of just.. forgetting things than out of any sort of rancor or grudge.
He found me through a bizarre journal reference to Luna Wilson and discovered we were born on the same day. That was probably about 6 months ago.
And then his Hushmail died and my disinfo went pay only and I can't remember the name of his lists or his current email... so we're both in the habit of just forgetting things.

Ewige Blumenkraft, my good man.
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