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August 27, 2004
Reason 87 I'm glad to be changing jobs

87. My boss uses the terms "I.P. address", "Port", and "Network Card" interchangeably. And he never uses the right one to describe what he's actually talking about.

Sample Conversation:

Boss: "Computer 26 is broken, how long will it take to fix it?"

Me: "What do you mean by 'broken'? Does is turn on? Can you logon? Does is connect to the internet? Does it randomly breathe fire? 'Broken' doesn't mean anything to me."

Boss: "Umm...I think nobody can login, so we'll need to replace the port. How long will that take you?"

Me: "One, we cannot replace the port. The port is the little hole in the wall in which you plug in a network cable. Two, I all but guarantee you that the port is not the problem. It is likely either an I.P. address conflict, or a random Windows hardware flake-out. If it's the I.P. address, it'll take me 5 minutes. If Windows went retarded, I'll likely need to disable/re-enable the network card and reinstall some drivers, so we're talking about 30 minutes."

Boss: "Right...so redo the drivers for the I.P. and make sure we don't have duplicate ports."

Me: *punches self in face, in an effort to dull the pain*

Posted by Kyle at 05:19 PM | Category: It's my life


Comments

Lol! How is it that the boss of your job knows nothing about computers? Shouldn't you be like, your own boss?

Posted by: Sarah Angeline at August 27, 2004 07:04 PM

Did I mention your boss is really scary?

And there totally was already an 86, I know that's not the point but it's still true.

Posted by: Katie at August 28, 2004 03:19 AM

I love having clients who tell me what to do as if I don't know myself. "Yeah, based on process of elimination, I think you need to replace this part for me." Right. Whatever. I just take their machines and in a couple days they magically work again. People. Pshaw.

Posted by: Nick Mucci at August 30, 2004 03:24 PM