Oh, they’re clear on what it means: “Oh, bugger! IT wants me to remember one more thing on top of all the other things I have to remember as a student. I’ll try the same password to see if that’s enough to get through IT’s hoop.”
A few years ago, I worked with a young woman who did not know what a fax machine was. I wouldn’t have boggled if she didn’t know how to use one; she was nineteen and had never had to send a fax. But she wasn’t aware that such a thing even existed.
There were three in the store where we both worked.
I used to do software QA for a company that made educational video games for small children. Part of our testing involved making sure a language filter was implemented so you couldn’t input swear words or slurs or whatever. We usually gave it to the most recent hire, because it was boring and hard to fuck up. So, we get this new guy in, give him the list and the title we’re testing, and he starts working through it. After a bit, he stops, turns to me, and asks, “What’s a ‘lah-bee-yah’?”
Which is how Dora the Explorer led to me explaining female anatomy to a co-worker.
I know this is old but alarm bells went off.
Way way back when I did some teacher training, we were told to NEVER force a left hander to use his right. If the kid wanted to, fine but NEVER force.
We were told by doing so could be very dangerous for the kid mentally…like life long damage. If the kid wanted to do it, it was no problem.
Whether it is true or not, that is what we were trained.
Research has shown that forcing a left-hander to use their right hand as a child messes up their sense of direction: left vs right, north/east/south/west, that direction they point to as opposed the the real direction.
I don’t get it. Why were there so many views?
But where / how did you get an anatomically correct Dora doll to explain with? 
Because her entire future staff and most of the rest of Finance & Accounting wanted to see which unqualified friend our boss would hire next. It’s was like watching a train wreck for a couple of years.
My supervisor at work is of the belief that if you wish the A/C to cool more quickly, you simply lower the thermostat setting. Of course, you leave, no one knows you did that, and the coffee pot ices over.
I explained, “It only turns the air conditioner on or off. It does not cool more quickly.”
His response: “But what if it gets really hot?”
It would sure be nice if thermostats & HVAC systems did work by proportional control.
I hate sitting in a 60F draft while my AC tries to cool the apartment from 76 to 75. If I wanted to live in a meat locker that’d be fine. I don’t.
I have a geothermal heat pump and it is proportional. If you raise the heating set point a little, it starts to run. Raise it a little more and it goes to stage 2. Raise more and the auxiliary. electric coils, kick on. So in that way it’s proportional.
In my experience, there are a lot of people who do not understand thermostats.
The hospital where I used to work had a back entrance through a storeroom. Staff would often wait there for their lift home. In winter, the room got cold because the door was open so they could see when their lift arrived. Maintenance had to disable the thermostat because it kept getting turned up to max by people under the impression that it would warm the room up more.
I belong to a FB group for my car. All but the most basic have “climate control” and there are often posts by members who do not understand why it blows hot or cold at different times.
I had a course in under graduate school. Vents were adjusted to the size and heat loss\gain of the room, and the fan was run continuously to keep an even temperature.
A couple years ago I hired an electrical engineer to work in our R&D lab. His first project was to test some circuit breakers used in aircraft. He didn’t know what a circuit breaker was. I gave him a bunch of reading material that covered the basics of them. A week later I asked him to explain to me how a circuit breaker is connected to a system. He said, “It depends on the system. For AC systems, the circuit breaker is in series with the load. For DC systems, the circuit breaker is in parallel with the load.” He didn’t last long; I had to let him go a few months later. (Which wasn’t easy. Afterwards he told our HR department that he had some disabilities, and that I wasn’t accommodating his needs.)
Our building management disabled the thermostats because people kept setting them to 55 or 85 because it never got to the temperature they wanted (which was either 68 or 76). Problem is when we went to the open floor plan keeping a temperature differential of 8 degrees F between sections of the same floor is pretty much impossible.
So now the idiots can set the thermostat to whatever they want, and the system just maintains 72 or whatever the building manager wants. And yes, if you’re by a window or under a vent you gave a microclimate that may not be your preference.
He had a disability all right: the dis-ability to do the work required. Or is that un-ability? In-ability? Darn, English is hard!
It was surreal; he couldn’t comprehend the most basic aspects of EE. I don’t even think he knew Ohm’s Law. I have no idea how he got through school. Another coworker (who attended the same college) said the school has very liberal policies when it comes to providing “accommodations,” whatever that means.
A man quickly washed out of my USAF pilot training class. He had a BS from a state college and had passed his ROTC classes and the various aptitude testing to get into the pilot pipeline at a time that was not easy.
He could not read. I personally witnessed him trying to read simple prose. He was not even at first grade skill level. “See Spot run. Run Spot run” was beyond him.
Amazing.
I suspect in his case it wasn’t disability as much as crappy segregated rural schools, and crappy segregated land grant minority-only colleges and rampant corruption to promote certatin folks along regardless.
He was a nice guy. By age 22 which we all were, schools had been shortchanging him for 17 consecutive years. They did him no favors; instead they crippled him.
Still pisses me off today to think of it. And he is but one of millions.
I have to wonder… how many different languages did you check? Could I have gotten insults in, say, Albanian past the radar? (I lived in a neighbourhood in Toronto with enough Albanians to regularly post notices in Albanian on the public board in the grocery store…)
In my office, we only checked English. We had a contract with a company in Quebec that specialized in translating games, and they’d do the checks in whatever languages we were porting the game into. We did a lot of translations. The games were small and the vocabulary was simple, so it was cheap to do. I don’t know if we did Albanian, but the company in Quebec apparently offered Navajo as an option.