Phone rings. Manager who thinks they’re tech savvy.
“Can I get the internet burned to a disk?”
I kid you not.
Dead Robot
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Phone rings. Manager who thinks they’re tech savvy.
“Can I get the internet burned to a disk?”
I kid you not.
7 thoughts on “Why I Hate My Job, Reason #232”
What if the disc was really, really big? Like helicopter landing pad sized. I bet it could fit then!
Maybe Google could do it.
That reminds me of a friend whose co-workr complained that all she could see on her computer screen were, I think, “L’s” He walked over and moved a book that was touching her keyboard.
This week I mouthed the words “I charge a reader’s fee” and then tried it out on a client who didn’t blink…
wow, I felt so adult, with actual worth in the world…
Hey, if you are doing it, can I slip you an extra disk for a copy when I’m on the island?
Indexing porn would be a breeze!
The whole internet burned on a disc would be extremely usefull.
Client: Okay I’ve booked space in this paper, this magazine and this mail-out.
Me: Cool. What are the sizes?
Client (snappish): Well whatever the size is! Paper, magazine and envelope!
Me (making a note to add service fees to the final invoice): How about you email me the names of the people you spoke to and I’ll get the information. It needs to be a wee bit more specific.
I swear I should be allowed to gut one client a year with a rusty can opener flinging their organs about the street screaming “Stop making my job harder!” as a warning to others.