'Potential'
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My boss tries to open every file -- regardless of what type of file it is (i.e., PowerPoint, jpg, PDF) through the "Open" menu of Word.
And y'all are on Macs too, arent you?
Actually, only 3 of us -- those who do layout/design -- are. Everyone else, including boss, is on a craptastic PC. She has Vista, and all the problems she's encountered thus far are actually comical. One time, it prompted Chatty!co-worker and I to launch into an impromptu "I'm a Mac/I'm a PC" routine.
t edit Tom, ::snerk::!
One time, it prompted Chatty!co-worker and I to launch into an impromptu "I'm a Mac/I'm a PC" routine.
Ha!
I bet they don't have those kind of computer problems there.
Now he just came by to bitch because the dude he was talking with in my office walked right back into his without an appointment.
I'm sorry he just left, but you didn't have a problem with him when y'all were monopolizing my lunch time so suck it.
I bet they don't have those kind of computer problems there.
Heh. I bet you're right.
stephL is me. yes... we have those too. I caught my boss opening/trying to open up image files using Word once. it's the little things...
but my group is the lone isle of Macs in a PC-lovin' nation.
I do, but everybody's key opens everybody's door, so they just unlock it and walk right in. (I don't know why I'm saying "they" there's really only one who does this. He's the same one who will just come and stand by my office window).
Are you willing for him to see you with your shirt off?
It would only last about half a second before he hurtled himself out of the room backwards and never. fucking. let. himself. in. again.
It would only last about half a second before he hurtled himself out of the room backwards and never. fucking. let. himself. in. again.
Or, it would keep happening every half second because he hoped to see DJ with her shirt off, again.
Oh, dear Lord. That person should be misdemeanor homicide.(And sox, in Bodymore, Murderland, nobody would know it was you.) And I say that knowing I'm pretty ignorant about computing. But sometimes you have to touch the fucker and make it work.
I used to have a cow-irker who would walk into my office without knocking when the door was closed ... which I usually did when changing pantyhose or something I didn't want to do in public. She did this so many times that I took to bracing one of my guest chairs in front of the door so it wouldn't open ... and the next time, she forced the door open, with the chair skidding across the carpet. jeepers.
And I used to work with some people - on in particular - who kept trying to open image files in Word. Inevitably, I'd get a call complaining that they couldn't open it ... and I'd have to walk them through the process of inserting it into their Word file. Never did catch on. sigh.