Monday quickie...
Jan. 21st, 2008 03:06 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Subtitle: You mean I have to actually DO something...?
User: Which is the colour printer for this building?
Me: *points it out in his list* That one.
User: Cheers *goes off to print*
Me: *Plays with a magnetic screwdriver for a couple of minutes*
User: *storms back in waving a bit of paper* It's not a colour printer!
Me: Yes it is
User: No it i...
Me: *interrupting* Yes it is.
User: It didn't print this out in colour *thrusts paper forward*
Me: Did you tell it to print in colour? *Before getting an answer, I show him how to change the setting* like this.
User: Oh... Okay. *wanders off to count his brain cells*
Me: *Hehe, magnet sticks to stuff*
There's also a weird bloke working here today who really bothers the crap out of me; He's hot-desking over the other side of the room and every few minutes gets up, wanders over somewhere in my vicinity with his eyes fixed on me or my workstation and then, just as it appears he's about to ask something, about-faces and walks back, sitting down heavily in his chair and carries on working.
This guy's pretty ancient (and a lawyer) and I'm no expert, but I think he's a distinct case of being a pickle short of a cheeseburger.
User: Which is the colour printer for this building?
Me: *points it out in his list* That one.
User: Cheers *goes off to print*
Me: *Plays with a magnetic screwdriver for a couple of minutes*
User: *storms back in waving a bit of paper* It's not a colour printer!
Me: Yes it is
User: No it i...
Me: *interrupting* Yes it is.
User: It didn't print this out in colour *thrusts paper forward*
Me: Did you tell it to print in colour? *Before getting an answer, I show him how to change the setting* like this.
User: Oh... Okay. *wanders off to count his brain cells*
Me: *Hehe, magnet sticks to stuff*
There's also a weird bloke working here today who really bothers the crap out of me; He's hot-desking over the other side of the room and every few minutes gets up, wanders over somewhere in my vicinity with his eyes fixed on me or my workstation and then, just as it appears he's about to ask something, about-faces and walks back, sitting down heavily in his chair and carries on working.
This guy's pretty ancient (and a lawyer) and I'm no expert, but I think he's a distinct case of being a pickle short of a cheeseburger.