I miss the old receptionist. The new one is a nice person and all that, but she's well into grandmother ages. The old one was blonde and had great breasts - what more could you ask for?
(yes, you are seeing a pattern emerging)
Anyway, OldOfficeLady calls me up about running a office AFL tipping competition through a third-party website - she's having a few issues creating it.
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OldOfficeLady: "Hey xxxx, you're good with computers right? They're so complicated, you know!"
Me: "Sure, that's why this company hired me to work he-"
OldOfficeLady: "Great! Sort out this competition for me. I tried to do one at a website, but it's too complicated! Computers, ugh!!"
*2 mins later*
Me: "it's done"
OldOfficeLady: "omg! so quick! how!?"
Me: "You didn't create an account, etcetc."
OldOfficeLady: "HUH?! Computers, ugh, so complicated!"
Me: "Sure, that's why this company hired me to work he-"
OldOfficeLady: "Great! Sort out this competition for me. I tried to do one at a website, but it's too complicated! Computers, ugh!!"
*2 mins later*
Me: "it's done"
OldOfficeLady: "omg! so quick! how!?"
Me: "You didn't create an account, etcetc."
OldOfficeLady: "HUH?! Computers, ugh, so complicated!"
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Sigh.
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