Women. Pfft.
Dec. 8th, 2006 01:28 pmOk, this is my end of day rant. I'm a girl techie. I know my shit, and while I don't expect everyone else to, do expect at least small level of common sense. Seriously. And nothing burns me more than having to sit and listen to these women call in and act like a window licker just because they wear a bra. I'm sick of questions like:
If I hit print, will it really print?
What's a margin? Is that like margarine?! AHAHAHAHHA!
What do you mean I have to type [insert ANY blank field] in? Can't you do it *for* me?
What if I don't exactly *know* the address I need to ship to?
Is Croatia really even a country? I mean c'mon.
I want to scream. And then I want to take the non-common sense based female populace and drown them in their own, cheap knock off perfume. Thanks the GODS it's Friday. >.
If I hit print, will it really print?
What's a margin? Is that like margarine?! AHAHAHAHHA!
What do you mean I have to type [insert ANY blank field] in? Can't you do it *for* me?
What if I don't exactly *know* the address I need to ship to?
Is Croatia really even a country? I mean c'mon.
I want to scream. And then I want to take the non-common sense based female populace and drown them in their own, cheap knock off perfume. Thanks the GODS it's Friday. >.
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Date: 2006-12-08 09:41 pm (UTC)Girl: Where is this? Is this on the back side?
Dude: This is inside the machine.
Girl: But is that on the back side?
Dude: Inside.
Girl: But inside doesn't tell me anything! Is it on the back side?
Then she asks her nerd, who tells her the same thing, she still fails to grasp the concept of "inside", and refuses to believe her nerd when he tells her that the box is the real computer, and what she'll be working on, not the monitor.
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Date: 2006-12-09 03:18 am (UTC)Over Labour Day here we had a hell of a storm, and I'm pretty sure my house got struck by a feeder strike of lightning. It knocked out a GFI'd outlet and my cable modem. Yes, it's plugged into a surge protector, but the lightning hit the *cable* and zapped the intake pins. W/O calling Cox tech support I'd have never known it was still under warranty...and so I got a brand new modem for free.
I hate those people who are all, "It says press any key. Where's the 'ANY' key?" *headwall*
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Date: 2006-12-09 12:13 am (UTC)Run a standard Turing against a fairly good but also obvious AI. If they can't spot it, then they're not allowed to touch computers again. You're testing the person, not the computer.
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Date: 2006-12-08 10:11 pm (UTC)But yeah, jesus christ those blowup dolls shit me when they try and do the giiggly "We're all giiiiiirls, riiiight?" at me. I don't mind people who want to learn, or genuinely just don't know, but the empty headed ones that just giggle randomly shit me. I don't know what the fuck you are, but we have nothing in common. Shut up and reboot the fucking box.
And plus, you said the word "windowlicker"...I'm forced to do it...
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Date: 2006-12-08 11:46 pm (UTC)that brings several things to mind.
alas, I am an immature perv.
Anyways, I had a couple of giggling college roommates call in on a Saturday night and it was obvious they'd been drinking. They couldn't dial up and get connected. yay me. Well, they weren't going to be able to do much of anything with the system:
"so, I was deleting some files I don't ever use to free up space.. and, umm, what does the registry editor do?"
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Date: 2006-12-09 02:46 pm (UTC)"HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE? Delete them all LOLOLOLOLOLOL *beer*"
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