Link to the series, please!Originally Posted by Greg
Link to the series, please!
Ken
BBI: ...”you better not forget the safe word because shit's about to get weird”...
revchuck38: ...”mo' ammo is mo' betta' unless you're swimming or on fire.”
This is no shit: One of the engineers where I was working was having troubles with getting his CAD program to work. (This was in the days of Window 3.0 or 3.1.) I had wandered by his cubbie and he complained to me about it. I asked if he had reformatted his hard drive. He didn't answer and I wandered off in search of coffee.
Two days later, he was screaming at me because he had done that, he couldn't get some programs to work. I pointed out that I didn't suggest that he do that, I only asked if he had.
I wasn't long for that job....
If we have to march off into the next world, let us walk there on the bodies of our enemies.
Hahaha!!
I've done some similar stuff during that era. It would seem that if you knew anything about a PC back then, you were automatically annointed as the IT guy.
The secretary, who had been shown by me and three others how to save her Word doc to a 3.5" floppy, finally up and quit one day because nobody would help her. The next woman that they hired was a computer wiz. The boss couldn't get over what a huge improvement that she was over the last one.
-Seconds Count. Misses Don't-
I had to help a guy to save his documents because his floppy had filled up. No idea that the computer had a hard drive or that you could get another floppy.
Back then it was easy, but these days might require the aid of a pill.
I swear computers and technology in general was better for the steaming masses when it was exclusively the domain of overweight males who self segregated themselves behind a large locked doors, and have dubious bathing habits.
Sorta around sometimes for some of your shitty mod needs.
CTRL+ALT+9mm solves all your computer woes.
I remember when, on Compuserve, the days after Christmas were referred to as The Annual Shaking of the Idiot Tree.
There are people on line, these days, whom one would think would have been challenged in mastering the art of breathing.
If we have to march off into the next world, let us walk there on the bodies of our enemies.
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