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cblj_backup) wrote2012-11-19 11:18 am
cblj_backup) wrote2012-11-19 11:18 am
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We got a new phone system installed last week and Office Grandpa is VERY ANGRY about it.
Don't get me wrong, I love Office Grandpa. He's a nice guy and he's been with the company forever; I honestly think at this point they just don't have the heart to fire him. Technically his job is digital archivist, and while apparently he's had no complaints I felt a little worried when the DIGITAL ARCHIVIST asked me to show him how to send an attachment a few weeks ago. That seems like something he should know.
But the point is, he is not Office Grandpa because of his age, he is Office Grandpa because he is SUCH A GRANDPA. He is constantly muttering discontentedly about things when he's not telling us stories of days gone by. Admittedly I encourage some of this, since he's a WWII buff on the combat end (as opposed to me, on the cultural end) and it's fun to freak out the office by talking war with him.
This morning's MORTAL FOE OF OFFICE GRANDPA is the new phone system. He is enraged that they gave us new phones and didn't give us instruction manuals. I haven't even tried to tell him the infocard is all the manual you need because this is the most intuitive goddamn phone I've ever seen. Seriously, I think this phone might be telepathic. It knows what I need, seemingly before I need it.
But he has spent the last twenty minutes working out what button you push if you want to delete a voicemail before hearing the end of it. He literally called into his voicemail and just started pushing buttons.
HE'S SO ANGRY. IT CRACKS ME UP. I expect him to tell me to turn the thermostat down, next.
Don't get me wrong, I love Office Grandpa. He's a nice guy and he's been with the company forever; I honestly think at this point they just don't have the heart to fire him. Technically his job is digital archivist, and while apparently he's had no complaints I felt a little worried when the DIGITAL ARCHIVIST asked me to show him how to send an attachment a few weeks ago. That seems like something he should know.
But the point is, he is not Office Grandpa because of his age, he is Office Grandpa because he is SUCH A GRANDPA. He is constantly muttering discontentedly about things when he's not telling us stories of days gone by. Admittedly I encourage some of this, since he's a WWII buff on the combat end (as opposed to me, on the cultural end) and it's fun to freak out the office by talking war with him.
This morning's MORTAL FOE OF OFFICE GRANDPA is the new phone system. He is enraged that they gave us new phones and didn't give us instruction manuals. I haven't even tried to tell him the infocard is all the manual you need because this is the most intuitive goddamn phone I've ever seen. Seriously, I think this phone might be telepathic. It knows what I need, seemingly before I need it.
But he has spent the last twenty minutes working out what button you push if you want to delete a voicemail before hearing the end of it. He literally called into his voicemail and just started pushing buttons.
HE'S SO ANGRY. IT CRACKS ME UP. I expect him to tell me to turn the thermostat down, next.