Confessions of a Genius Co-worker |
This blog is dedicated to Connie, a woman whose moments of complete stupidity pass over our shared cubicle wall like little paper airplanes of blithering ignorance. A single middle-aged accountant with cougar-ish tendencies, when Connie isn't asking how many pieces of quinoa there are in a cup or messing up our company's credit rating, she can mostly be found singing along to Lady Gaga's Bad Romance in a voice just loud enough to hear. From the next building. And before you ask: Names have been changed to protect the functionally useless. |
| Connie: | The stupid printer isn't working again. I'm having to use the one on the other side of the office. |
| Me: | Is it showing an error message? |
| Connie: | Yes, something about a paper size discrepancy. I don't know what that means. |
| Me: | It means that there's two different sizes of paper in the tray. |
| Connie: | I don't know why that would be...I just filled it up yesterday and I only used one size of paper. |
| Me: | Was there any paper already in it? |
| Connie: | Yes. What's your point? |
