You Can’t Write This Stuff
Summer’s over and so is my job at Mt.Ranier. I am a park ranger no more. Now I’m working part-time in my school’s computer lab. I set up equipment for presentations and classes, but mostly my job involves sitting behind a desk and solving people’s problems.
Here is some actual dialogue from about a week ago. I didn’t make this up; this is one hundred percent genuine. The setting: the computer lab, early morning. The place was close to empty. A woman gets up from a computer, walks across the room, and gets on another computer. She tells me that the computer kicked her off while she was in the middle of researching a project. What follows is my attempt to get some more information.
ME: So did the computer turn off or did it just boot you off?
ME: Which one?
HER: *points vaguely at a row of computers across the room* That one.
ME: No, I mean did the computer itself turn off or did it just log you off?
HER:Yes that computer itself did it.
ME: I mean did the computer shut down?
HER:Yes. It put me back on the login screen.
You can’t write this stuff people.