Sometimes, I stumble onto a one-liner during the course of the week. Sometimes, something sparks a memory. This week, my blog buddies are ganging up on me. First, the amazing Ally Bean had to be pulled away from beating her printer to death. At least that’s what she insinuated in her comment on my post on Saturday – and you guys thought I wasn’t paying attention. Then on Monday, West Coast Dan wrote about his computer censoring the photos he’s trying to share.
You might be wondering how on earth these two trains of thought ended up on the same track, or even heading to the same city in New England. Well, to fully understand the connection, you’d have to read Ally’s comment and Dan’s post. In case you’re inclined to do that, those links will open in a new window.
OK, off to my one-liner.
For a period of time in the late 1990s, when the company I worked for thought they might not make it into the new millennium, my last employee left, and I wasn’t allowed to replace her. For two years, I was the only employee in Information Services. In addition to developing systems, maintaining a network and preparing existing systems for Y2K – remember that? – I was also responsible for providing tech-support to my 35 coworkers. While I was generally able to solve the problems people were having, I failed to always exhibit a respectful demeanor, at least I think that’s what my boss told me. I would sometimes point out that the thing the person couldn’t do was covered in the training class we had recently had. I was also prone to pointing out that I had solved a particular problem before.
Once, one of our engineers was particularly mean in the way he told me the printer failed to print. He met me at the printer to show me that there was in fact, nothing in the output tray. He demanded that I fix the printer, and he demanded I fix it immediately. Then he began to spout off about how important the project he was working on was to the company.
I told him,
“This is actually the result of a recently installed new feature. The printer scans what you send it and only prints things that make sense. It’s trying to save you from being embarrassed.”
Later that day the head of Human Resources called me. He wanted to talk to me about something called bedside manner.
This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s fun weekly series One-Liner Wednesday. If you would like to join in on the fun, you can follow this link to participate and to see the one-liners from the other participants.