She uses the pre-installed Norton regardless of my telling her “Hey, that’s the program virus writers use to test their viruses on”, but even more importantly, she insists on using IE even though there are other options. It’s “what she’s used to”, after all, and God knows that’s more important.
But, really, what bothers me isn’t that she got a virus, it’s her reaction when problems occur. Instead of finding a solution she spent 2 hours hand-writing a letter to me apologizing that this had happened. Instead of merely apologizing to the woman she accidentally sent the text to, her reaction was to ban all texting. WTF?
Could be worse. My ex-husband’s grandmother used to wait until a neighbor or younger relative visited and have them change her burned out lightbulbs because she just didn’t understand that electricity stuff.
Fortunately, she was a dear, sweet person and everyone loved giving her a hand.
I use Nortons, and I use IE. It picks up pretty much everything. The only risks in actually getting anything from my experience (and I’m not trying to claim this is true for her or everyone) is popups and click heres, where they try to convince you that you need to click on something, but what is really happening when you do is that you’re giving someone permission to install something on your computer.
Of course, there are different versions of Nortons.
And then again, the worst, most dibilitating virus attack I suffered was from a pro-wrestling website that got compromised about 6 years ago. Both my (then) McAfee and Malwarebytes would keep finding more and more viruses and removing them, but apparently neither one could find the root viruses that kept installing the other ones.
You know how someone is new and you are trying to teach them how to do their job? They are nice, and you like them, and you don’t want to make them feel bad about their screw ups, so you say stuff like “Hey, it happens, don’t worry about it. You will learn and do better next time.” And then they screw up again and you say “Next time, just come to me first and I’ll get this sorted out for you before it becomes a big issue.” And then they screw up again, in the exact same way and you say “Hey, this is what I was talking about, you need to talk to me when you get in over your head so this doesn’t happen.” And the screw ups just keep happening, and the new coworker keeps not getting help, and for that matter isn’t so new any more?
One day you won’t be able to keep saying nice stuff, you won’t be able to spare their feelings. Because at some point they really should know better. And as you look over the shit heap of fuck up they once again perpetrated, eerily similar to another fuck up you already talked to them about, something that could have been fixed early on if they had just come talk to you, instead of saying “Ok, well next time do it like this…” you instead involuntarily bury your face in your hands at the thought of having to sort all this mess out and say “I’ll do it. I’ll just do it. I can’t tell you what went wrong, it’s too screwed up. Just let me do it.”
And then your coworker starts crying and leaves work early.
I really wish she would just quit. My boss is too pansy-assed to just fire her. She’s generating more work for me than she is alleviating, and pissing off clients left and right. Just admit this work is too hard and find a new job.
I think I’d rather just throw the powder out and use the noodles to make the real deal. I did have better luck with the Kraft Deluxe Mac n Cheese Original (Similar to Velveeta Shells n Cheese).
You might have to semi-dummy proof it and get her a gently used mac product.
Yes, she loses her precious IE and yes it’s not windows but it’s less headaches for you. She isn’t ready for a PC until she learns that she needs more common sense with them.*
*until OSX gains too much popularity and the neckbeard virus creators decide to attack that.
Little Bird, have you brought your concerns to your boss?
As for me, I’m trying to redesign my organization’s website. I have no experience doing this, so this week I set out to learn WordPress. I have a guidebook and stuff, but holy hell, WordPress is some fucked up shit. I’m not typically terrible with technology, but I’m pretty certain that after spending a day trying to find a proper theme and format pictures, I didn’t learn one goddamned thing. It makes me feel stupid, and bad, and definitely frustrated because I really need to figure this out.
Also we can’t use plugins because we’re hosted on the wordpress.com site so I proposed to my boss that we transfer everything over to a host server. He was quite receptive but it’s going to be some time before we figure this shit out. It’s not that I’m unwilling - I think it’s an important skill to learn - I just don’t seem to be learning.
I’m sorry for you and for her - that sounds like a situation that no one is enjoying. Your pansy-assed boss really does need to step up - if she can’t do the job, she can’t do it.
really… I see no problem with pitting any and all friends or relatives or enemies (and, handily enough, a spouse is all of the above, in one handy package)!
My line (that I use a lot now): “Uh, oh. Aren’t you a little young to be an old lady? Better watch out…”
So, due to grad school broktitude, I’m living with a roommate. First time in nine years, unless you count being married, which I don’t. My roommate’s lived in this apartment for a few years, albeit with different roommates. I really like her so far. I mean, we mostly don’t bother each other. There’s just this one thing…
The living room and the kitchen are the same room, and we each have separate bedrooms. The past couple of weeks, my roommate has taken to napping during the day on the couch. Which is fine in theory, but then whenever I want to use the kitchen, or the bathroom, or want to go out, I feel bad because I’m traipsing past a sleeping roommate in a darkened room.
Goddamnit, we have bedrooms. That is where naptime is to be. All day naptime on the couch is not cool. Also, the out-until-fuck-knows-when thing can’t be helping with that. I mean, I’m awake until 1-2AM most nights. If I have no idea when you got home…
OK, I admit I’ve only done this once, a long time ago…
Told a grossly incompetent programmer that he needed to either pick it up, clean up his code and figure things out or find another job. (Good god that guy was bad!)
Co-worker complained to boss.
Boss “talks” to me about it. Tells me not to speak to co-worker like that. I ask if I’m getting written up. No, just don’t do it again. Try being nice to the guy. Well, I was nice to the guy in every way except being brutally honest about his coding on that one occasion, since he was doing work for me and it sucked. I was actually trying to teach the guy how to write cleaner code. The man had performs of sections that consisted only of performs of other sections that were performs of third sections. Variable names made up from his life with nothing to do with their function. WTF? Excuse me, why exactly are you multiplying Brendas-Hairstyle by Bobs-Cabin and which one is the unit price again?
Guy didn’t get the cluebat beating and was fired for incompetence a couple of months later after other senior people complained about his work.
I heard about a year later that he had been fired from coding for a casino for incompetence, then hired back at a much reduced salary to do different work.
Yes, and all I get back is “Well, I’ll let her know that she needs to step up her game…” I have straight up told him that I’m done with her and I get nothing in return.
Let me be clear about my working situation here: I am the only other employee. I have been there going on four years and actually told the boss to hire this one, because she was pleasant and claimed experience. Whelp, now I know better.
I have puppies. Tony found them at the park. Tony also found a bowl that looked like it used to have dog food in it and a bowl of dirty water. This tells us that mama didn’t leave her little babies, some human did it.
These puppies look like they are about 6 weeks old. I can’t bring them inside, so they are in the big cage outside. They are crying. I don’t know what to do for them. They have food and water and blankets and its a nice night.
They are crying and breaking my heart and I really hate people right now. Not all people, just the sort that would leave little tiny puppies at a park to fend for themselves.
I had a friend who had a puppy that they had to keep in the tiled laundry room at night (not housebroken, you know), and it cried at night until they put a loudly ticking clock in there with it. Apparently it reminded the puppy of its mother’s heartbeat or something.
The clock is a great idea, flatlined - it seems like I’ve heard that in the past, too. It would break my heart to have a bunch of crying puppies, too - I honestly don’t understand what is wrong with people, that they can do the things they do to animals. If you can’t keep the puppies, take them to a shelter - don’t just abandon them to a brutal fate (I don’t mean you - I mean the jerks who dumped the puppies).
Instead of merely apologizing to the woman she accidentally sent the text to, her reaction was to ban all texting. WTF?