10 a.m. EST.
A law office in Akron.
At the second desk from the front, our heroine, the charming (if trollish) Jammies, fetchingly attired in her new turquoise slacks & tank, with turquoise tye-dye duster.
The phone rings:
Jammies: "Good morning, law offices."
Attractive, charming, smart, older attorney, henceforth known as K: "Hi, Jammies, it's K. I need a favor. Do you have a set of Stark County Guardianship forms?"
Jammies: "They're available online."
K: "I know. I tried that and something is wrong with my computer. I download the [PDF] form, fill it out, and print it, but all I get is a blank sheet of paper."
Jammies: "Sorry, we just use the PDF forms. Have you updated Adobe Acrobat recently?"
K: "I think so. I'm just going to drive to Canton and get a packet and I'll get you guys one too."
Jammies: "K, Canton is a one-hour drive! Gas is $2.70 a gallon right now. Just give me a second before you go charging off to the courthouse."
K: "Hmmm, all right."
Jammies, after downloading, completing and printing a form: "K, it worked perfectly for me. Hey, what kind of printer do you have, inkjet or laser?"
K: "I don't know, it's got a cartridge thingie."
Jammies, glad nobody can see the eye-rolling: "Inkjet, then. How long since you used it last?"
K: "A long time. My secretary prints everything at her desk."
Jammies: "Ink cartridges can dry up and the nozzles clog. Go to "Start," "Printers and Faxes," right-click on the printer you're using, then left-click on "Print Test Page."
K: "Oh look, it says my ink is low. I've got spare cartridges, I will try one of those."
Jammies: "Better than driving to Canton!"
K: "Thanks! Have a good one!"
Proof once again that a post-graduate degree doesn't necessarily mean practical smarts. *snerk*
3 comments:
My boss keeps me around just to handle his email and go on the web for him. He refuses to learn. Hey, I get paid for it.
At least he's your boss. This was a pal of my boss'. I didn't think anyone was less computer literate than my boss, but life can always surprise you!
Fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a smug, jammied one.
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