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02 January 2015 @ 05:43 pm
THIS IS THE END THAT GOES IN THE COMPUTER  
See, here's the thing - I may not be totally tech-illiterate, but I DO know which end of a USB stick plugs in. Either that or I need to find a laptop with a bigger USB slot. I didn't appreciate the Vodafone salesman telling me that, though, when I went into the store to replace my mobile broadband dongle, which stopped working just after I loaded another years' worth of internet on it. I don't use it often, it's more a backup and for use when I travel, but every Boxing Day I load it up again for the coming year. Having shelled out $125 for the coming year I was in no mood to be asked "are you going to keep using the internet?" and then be told which end of the new dongle plugs in... seriously dude do I look that mentally incompetent?

Well maybe I am, at that. The poem I posted yesterday? I've now taken down, having suddenly realised that the little C in a circle means that despite the age of the poem's form, the poem itself is still under copyright.

No wonder my phone is over two years old, though, and well out of contract. Apart from the fact that I still LIKE my phone, the whole process of buying a new one is daunting. It really shouldn't be that hard.

Don't know what's going on with my legs. Walking around yesterday and thought my thighs felt a bit jelly-ish, like I'd been exercising, but I hadn't exercised since Tuesday and I was fine on Wednesday, walking to and from the bus stop plus a trek uptown at lunchtime that would have been just over 2km round trip. Then today when I woke up my thigh muscles were screaming! No idea what that's all about. Maybe I've been sleepwalking, up and down my back steps. Really can't explain it otherwise.

Knocked off early today, as in 1.30pm. Only two salespeople were working today, and the loans just weren't coming through for approval. After spending a couple of hours browsing realestate.com.au I was finally told to pack up and go. Yay for early marks!
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Merlin Pendragon: Hiver - are we there yet?mrlnpndrgn on January 2nd, 2015 02:25 pm (UTC)
seriously dude do I look that mentally incompetent?


Nah! It's just that you're a woman. I once had a support guy tell me that my tv decoder had to be switched on to have sound on the tv.
I had told him I was losing the sound, not the picture!

I complained to the management about the guy's attitude. Not that I expected that it would change anything :-(

Happy new Year!
miwahni: S&H Good Griefmiwahni on January 3rd, 2015 01:32 pm (UTC)
OOh I hear you. I once had a car salesman open the bonnet to show me where the battery lived :-( .
Strike while the irony is hot: [EMATE] CUPPAdraycevixen on January 2nd, 2015 06:49 pm (UTC)

I think the trouble is that those salespeople aren't really taught much about how the products actually work and so they're always hoping the simplest explanation will suffice so they won't have to admit to that... at least that's what I like to think is happening on my more charitable days. *g*

Have you been drinking enough water? Sometimes dehydration can cause the muscles to feel really overworked.

Congratulations on your early start to the weekend. :D
miwahni: Random Computer says nomiwahni on January 3rd, 2015 01:38 pm (UTC)
That's being very charitable indeed. I just wanted to smack him and tell him that my first computer was a Texas Instruments job with no onboard storage at all (plug into a cassette job) that you had to program in BASIC to get it to do anything at all - before he was even born. Instead I thanked him for his explanation. Why do I do that? Seriously why do I put up with his condescending bullshit, except that I know he means well?

I keep a bottle of water on my desk at work and drink quite a bit, so I don't think it's that. Just, really random :-(.
a honeyed wine at night: Nude Doyle artworkmoonlightmead on January 9th, 2015 10:44 pm (UTC)
Oh, saleschildren (my new term, coined just now) in electronic and techie stores are just annoying. I sympathise totally. I remember upgrading my phone after years and years with an early Nokia. And it came with different buttons. And I thought, 'how do I put a call through?' (I typed in the number and then thought, 'now what?')

I read the entire manual. I learned how to import ring tones. I learned how to turn it into an FM radio. I learned how to set up groups for texts. I learned how to create different noises for different callers. What it didn't say, anywhere in the manual, was 'how to make a phone call'. It automatically assumed that everyone knew that the little unintelligible green symbol was 'ring', and the little red unintelligible symbol was 'hang up'. (There are accessibility issues here, but anyway.)

I went into the shop and told the saleschild. He treated me like an idiot. Like you, I thought, 'I helped create the world that you are in. I used to be able to set the auto-repeat on a BBC microcomputer in machine code. I fixed a bug in the code of a Linux hacker. How the hell am I being patronised by this man?'

Grr!

Don't like the sound of your legs, hope that recovers!
miwahni: Sherlock Phonemiwahni on January 10th, 2015 02:06 pm (UTC)
I am cacking myself laughing at this! I was so thrilled when I got my current phone - my first smartphone - and I immediately began personalising it with my preferred ringtones etc. But the first time it rang I had no freaking idea how to answer the call! I was on a bus, too, which really ramped up the embarrassment factor. I kept stabbing at the green phone icon that appeared on the screen; I had no idea that one is supposed to "swipe" across the screen from the icon.

But yeah. Don't need that patronising crap at all.
a honeyed wine at night: bright shiny rainbow dancemoonlightmead on January 10th, 2015 02:10 pm (UTC)
Oh god, I remember doing that, too, when I progressed to a smartphone! At Bristol Parkway station, a very crowded place to lose control of your phone in. Sniff!
a honeyed wine at night: Nude Doyle artworkmoonlightmead on January 10th, 2015 02:50 pm (UTC)
Oh, and I meant to say - I wouldn't sweat it about the poem. It's not like you were pasting it all over the internet. I have occasionally contemplated posting poetry and came to the conclusion that under friends-lock is fine.
miwahnimiwahni on January 13th, 2015 10:43 am (UTC)
It probably would be okay, but I would hate for someone to perhaps stumble over it and tell the author. Safer to simply delete it and no harm done. In all honesty I thought it was an old poem or I'd not have posted it in the first place.