SouthFresh

I have always believed that the band Kansas’ song Dust in the Wind had been a low point in the history of music.   That is, until I was confronted by a Musak version of it played double-time.

Note to self:  Make sure the sales team is not on the phone when broadcasting an endless loop of fart sounds on the company’s intercom system.

I really don’t even know how to write this one up.

I’m an IT nerd, I do IT stuff for an unnamed company.  Over the past week I have been setting up a Network Attached Storage device.  This requires setting up the user groups, the users, and the permissions for each group/user.

This morning a request came in to make a shared directory specifically for our sales department.

Later in the day a salesperson asks to set up their user/password.  I set up their user and have them come to MY desk and have her type in her own password.

Hours later she says she can’t get in to her directory, after I had had sent her an e-mail with her information:

username: xxxxxxxxxxx
password: youmadethisshitup

Instead of typing in the password she had made only a couple hours before she had been attempting to log in using her username and “youmadethishitup”.

Added:

me: http://www.southfresh.org
bearded wonder: ….what the fuck is that all about
me: After typing in her password at MY DESK, not once, BUT TWICE TO CONFIRM IT
me: She types in “youmadethisshitup”
bearded wonder: LOL
me: It was really tough to relate exactly what happened.
me: The sales team asked for a shared drive
bearded wonder: lol
me: So I create one
me: Add them as users
me: And they need to make up passwords.
me: Since there’s not control panel where they can log in and change their info on their own, I’d rather have them type in their own password at my desk while I’m setting them up… without me looking
bearded wonder: did you ask her about it?
me: She asked me
me: “I can’t get in to the folder!”
me: “I keep typing in youmadethisshitup but it won’t connect”
bearded wonder: lol
bearded wonder: maybe this is her excuse to come visit you at your desk
me: “That’s because you made that shit up…. at my desk…. an hour ago….. remember?”
bearded wonder: This is turning into a “whose on first?” bit
me: “Well how am I supposed to know you didn’t change it to youmadethisshitup”

Note to self:

When using the company’s internal intercom system to blast the entire office with prerecorded fart sounds, first check if there are important well dressed ladies waiting for the CEO in the front office.

bearded wonder: This sucks, I hate when I’ve recorded a song I made up and I can’t figure out how to play it again.
bearded wonder: I do crazy fingerpicking acoustic songs, then have to decode them.
me: Don’t forget your ovaltine
bearded wonder: lol
bearded wonder: clever

someone: …I was talking about the original version.
me: You can’t specify after you make the argument.
me: If I had known you were talking about the original then I’d have said you’re right.
someone: Um, I’m a girl.
someone: There’s no logic in girl arguments.
someone: Don’t you know anything?!
me: I know there’s one constant rule in girl logic.
me: Men don’t know anything
someone: Ah, but you see you have just disproved your theory in that you knew that
someone: And as far as I know, you, my friend, are a man.
me: Knew what?