AshPndrs

On users, and why they hurt me sometimes.

One of the parts I have a little trouble with in my job is that customers who are the most angry or stubborn about their own mistakes, never acknowledge that they were were wrong. Whereas when I make a mistake, I grovel in apologies.

I guess my users don’t really owe me anything, least of all their gratitude. After all, they paid for the application, their payment also buys my service.

But still, it stings.

On the other hand, there are lots of angry users who’s issue is fixed by me, and are tremendously grateful, performing full about faces as soon as they hear from me. And of course there are hundreds more users who are just as polite as peas. I do my best to concentrate on those users. I like to imagine it is for those users, that I really work.

An illustration of what happens when you teach gay marriage in schools.

aedison:

Teacher: And so you see, children, sometimes people get married to other people of the same sex.
Johnny: Sir? May I be excused? My eyes have suddenly started bleeding.
Teacher: Yes, of course, Johnny. Timmy — will you escort Johnny to the nurse’s office?
Timmy: I can’t, Sir.
Teacher: Well, why not?
Timmy: Because my legs don’t work anymore.
Teacher: Oh no. Oh, this is terrible. Quick, Louie — run and get help!
Louie: Sorry, Sir — I’m too busy taking drugs and fornicating.
Teacher: Oh no, Louie. Not *drugs*?
Louie: That’s right — drugs. Weird sex drugs.

This actually happened to my Gender Studies 405 class. It was pretty awesome.

Anyway. A joke. Sort of.

aedison:

So this idealist is talking to his relativist friend, and the idealist says

“I hope for the best of all possible worlds.”

And the relativist turns to him and replies

“Best compared to what?”

And then the idealist punches the relativist in the mouth for being a fence-sitting jerk.