BSOD
I've been assigned a task. INVOICES. White copies alphabetical, Yellow copies numerical, Pink copies to sales people, Goldenrod to installers, customers are gifted with Puse. Puse? Puse.
I have compressed myself into a little green ball with arms, legs and one eye.
If that doesn't sound wondrous enough, the computer system used to enter said invoices was developed in the days of commodore, seemingly before they invented the mouse. there is no Click, there is no Close. Only a medieval army of tab, tab, enter, enter, F8 doth exist. They live in the land that DOS built. I kid you not.*
*See above image.
Why don't we just bleed our paper work you ask? Because we'd like to imagine a Monty Python skit instead. Come back and fight! My dignity is outdated, but I can crash three times in 5 minutes running windows 98 AND I carry the blinking cursor of chaos! *blink* *blink* *blink*
I have been spoiled, surrounded by 'the technological know'. I had no concept. The radio was unplugged this morning. You have to 'reach around' to plug it in. I said we tried to 'get it on' this morning by accident. Nothing. At least I know I can still entertain myself. Where for art thou oh fellow tainted minds? I miss you.
I miss the MAC. I miss the bad jokes. I miss the music. I miss the pornographies!
I have compressed myself into a little green ball with arms, legs and one eye.
If that doesn't sound wondrous enough, the computer system used to enter said invoices was developed in the days of commodore, seemingly before they invented the mouse. there is no Click, there is no Close. Only a medieval army of tab, tab, enter, enter, F8 doth exist. They live in the land that DOS built. I kid you not.*
*See above image.
Why don't we just bleed our paper work you ask? Because we'd like to imagine a Monty Python skit instead. Come back and fight! My dignity is outdated, but I can crash three times in 5 minutes running windows 98 AND I carry the blinking cursor of chaos! *blink* *blink* *blink*
I have been spoiled, surrounded by 'the technological know'. I had no concept. The radio was unplugged this morning. You have to 'reach around' to plug it in. I said we tried to 'get it on' this morning by accident. Nothing. At least I know I can still entertain myself. Where for art thou oh fellow tainted minds? I miss you.
I miss the MAC. I miss the bad jokes. I miss the music. I miss the pornographies!
4 comments:
YOU'RE BACK! I knew you'd long for the days of not so subtle humor, random images of TnA and conversations that start with 'so how many times IS too much?'
contact!
yes. oh man. how is everyone?
it's shocking how outdated some businesses are when it comes to technology.
wtf is puse?
i miss uuuu i'm gonna call u soon and hopefully i won't be hi. although i'm going to visit corey tonight so maybe i will be.
miss u! BFF4EVAMOFO
Well, Chris H and Maurice both quit. They end on the same day too, personally I think they are actually lovers and have a suicide pact. In other new the new team lead is driving me insane and global warming is causing the world to fall apart. I'm still painfully far from buying my own home -and thus peace, and the only skin I've been getting has the initials 'KFC'. How is life in color dahling?
Post a Comment
<< Home