I think he’s selling outdated porn or something. But faxing printouts of it to hillbillies seems weird.
I’m trying to understand just one phrase: “Go with the Internet.”
The best I can come up with is that the Internet is a 13 year old girl and there’s a shy boy with a crush on the Internet; or the Internet is actually a piece of clothing and there’s a dispute about whether the Internet clashes with stripes, plaids, or other fabrics.
OK, after much deliberation I think I’ve figured it out. There’s a crucial word missing: the “one” referred to in the second paragraph is a printed catalog.
There are two players: technophobic suburban boss, and techophobic mountain woman.
He’s talking to the mountain woman on the phone and saying “sorry, I haven’t got a database I can access to tell you about our products”.
Here’s the bit that requires the substitution I’ve worked out:
“[Our company is] too new to have [a catalog] in print. And a new [catalog] would be instantly [obsolete], so she should check the [web]site. Which she couldn’t [because she doesn’t have the internet either]. I [can understand] why [someone living in the mountains] [doesn’t have the internet], [but I don’t understand it in my boss, who is] a suburban person half my age.”
Simples!
Wow, I think you got it! breaks into applause
Right, so his comapny sells so much porn that no one could know all of the titles. But the sales people aren’t allowed to have a list of what they sell - the info is only available online. But the sales people don’t have computers, so they have to direct their customers to their website to browse through the titles, pick which ones they want, and then tell the sales person, who in turn lets his boss know, so that he can order one of the staffers to fire up the VCR and make another copy. That all makes perfect sense, but what I don’t understand is why the fuck an 8 foot tall Wookie would want to live on Endor with a bunch of 3 foot tall Ewoks. That doesn’t make sense.
Holy shit. BBQ Mad Libs.
I might take a shot at this too…
Yes it does! Ewoks would be so… mmm, tight.
But I think you meant to write “tittles”.
So the OP is on commission and doesn’t like his company’s sales model? Rather than pit your boss, why not find a company more suited to your liking?
Because the is so full of these days.
Ooh, ooh, me, me. Catalog? No. Sea? Fish?
I accidentally the internet.
So it was you!
Is this dangerous?
Oh, come on. I really hate this. Someone always comes in with this stupid shitty response in every thread in which someone is complaining about work.
Criticizing an employer is invalid unless you are willing to quit right now? Sometimes people are forced to stick with the jobs they have. That’s life. And sometimes they have problems with the way the company is run.
That’s why people have friends or join message boards where they can complain.
Don’t put your lips on it!
Ok, take a deep breath.
On second thought maybe you’re right; fuck his boss for running his own company the way he wants.
Umm, wasn’t that what I was doing?
Me too. It’s not like anyone has their veritable pick over their ideal job and boss, because the [economy] is so full of [opportunities] these days.
Yes, fuck him for running his own company the way he wants, when the way he wants to do it is fucking stupid. Or do you believe that the fact that you run a company magically makes you infallible?
Yeh, fuck his boss. Here’s an idea: Instead of dismissing your employees for wanting to use tools and resources that are not even industry standard, but a fucking part of everyday life like a telephone, listen to them; they’re the one’s who make you money.
I don’t get the internet either. That’s why I always make my posts here via carrier pigeon.