The Irishman in our office is hilarious.
He doesn't think he is and at first glance, he's not really. But I find his stories comical and his attitude in life refreshing.
The Irishman: My printers makin a funny noise.
(he is a little, make that a lot, technically challenged. He often comes to me to help him open attachments and fix the messes he makes on his computer, phone, fax, you name it.)
me: Is it happy to see you?
The Irishman: Oh I don't think so.
I check it out and the darn thing is hot, very hot. We shut everything down, let it cool and then start it up again. When I do I discover that the paper uptake wheel is clicking badly, upon closer look the little plastic cogs are broken. It was not an expensive printer and these things cannot be repaired for what he paid for it, cheaper to buy a new one.
The Irishman: *sigh*
The boss: It doesn't like you!
The Irishman: Well we've been married for three years now!
me: Time for a new wife Irishman.
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