If I ever have to come to my hospital for medical care...just shoot me.

[Mongo Skruddgemire]

Please. Put me out of my misery because I am honestly afraid of these people.

I had a person call tonight because they forgot their password.

Me - Ok, I can help you. What's your username?

Them - ... (I swear you could hear them do the typical <blink><blink> of incomprehension over the phone.) Uhm...what would that be?

Me - (mentally sighing and rolling my eyes) It would be the first initial and your last name.

Them - Uhm...<blink><blink>...uhm...oh damn...gimme a sec.

30 seconds pass...then a minute...then 5

Them - I don't know. What would it be?

Me - What's your name?

Them - Jane Anyuser (name changed to protect my ass)

Me - Then your username would be "janyuser".

Them - Oh! Like my username!

A few minutes go by, temp password is given, user changes to new password I hang up and start banging my head against my desk once again.

And people wonder why there is a dent in my desk the shape of my forehead.

[Moirae]

wow. Just wow.

[Racket_Man]

I know I have posted about this before.

when I worked for the trade show exhibition building company, there was one west coast division (San Francisco) that puzzled me in just the same manner.

I usually got into the office around 7:30am central US time. about 7:45am my phone would ring (yes I really did pay attention to the time after a short time) at least 3 or 4 times a week. It would be San Fran area, specifically one person, asking me the EXACT same question each and every time (question not really important but the SAME QUESTION).

I e-mailed him instructions. I FAXed instructions, I e-mailed his supervisor instructions.

Still at 7:45am my time the phone would ring.

Thank whatever diety, with Y2K we upgraded that system to a centralized system. Sanity restored.

[Metody]

I wonder if we work in the same place.

Coworker: (wiggles mouse furiously, pounds her palm on the keyboard) This computer won't turn on!

Me: I don't think it's on, Gracie.

Coworker: (wiggles mouse some more) I know! This is bull! Nothing they give us works!

Me: No, I don't think it's TURNED ON. None of the little lights are on. Try the power button.

Coworker: What?

Me: The power button. Right there?

Coworker: ....

Me: (reaches over to press it. Computer beeps, turns on) See? There's directions right there. (Under the clear plastic map on which we do our work. We spend at least five hours a day standing over this thing.)

Coworker: Oh! I never noticed there were things there!