The old man, Tony, who works in my office, is yet another in the long list of reasons why I think that whole Greatest Generation thing is a big steaming pile of crap. He's old, loud, a drain on our work, and oddly bitter for a mooch with a cushy job. He's just a crusty, worthless old fart who doesn't wear socks and sleeps at his desk every day. The guy comes in late and leaves early, and spends most of his days doing anything but work.
He's on the phone a lot. A lot. Like phone-sex-operator a lot. He's usually bitching to I.T. about his "broken monitor/mouse/etc." He complained that his monitor was busted when in fact he'd turned it off while moving it around on his desk. The frightening thing is that he also spends a lot of time on the phone with his wife, who must be cataclysmically retarded when it comes to technology, or else have some kind of Sammy Jankis thing going on, because this old woman can't remember anything about computers. Time and again, Tony will yell into the phone something along the lines of, "Click on File … click on File … up in the toolbar … click on File … DAMMIT YOU KNOW WHERE FILE IS … you know I love you my darling … DAMMIT CLICK FILE." This can go on for hours. I kid you not, hours.
It would be a different story if he was clutch, if he came through in the last minute to help solve problems or provide valid advice. But he's not. He's as far from that as you can get.
It's just another reminder that my generation needs jobs, and we're waiting on this guy's generation to hurry up and die already so we can have them.
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Wednesday, June 14
The Elderly: Still Pretty Worthless
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Dan Carlson
on Wed 14 Jun 2006 02:56 PM PDT
I Know A Lot Of People Like This. Too Many, Maybe.
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Dan Carlson
on Wed 14 Jun 2006 12:36 PM PDT
Most of the people that fit the profile in the attached ad would embrace the stereotype. Go figure.
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