I see dumb people. They're everywhere. They don't even know they're dumb.

[catsidhe]

4:30. I normally don't mind people coming with jobs at 4:30. The usual sort of jobs, I mean. Change the toner, install Office, change a password, that sort of thing.

Then there's this one guy who just called up.

He wants to re-partition his hard drive. He wants to change the sizes and move around actual working partitions. I told him last night, when he turned up at something around 6:00pm to collect an install disk, that this was a magnificently dangerous thing to do, and to back up everything he wants to keep, and did he really want to do this? He replied that he had been googling, and everywhere he had looked had told him all the above. “Not tonight”, I tell him then. Let me know tomorrow, and I'll come and help.

And when does he call? Four. Goddamn. Thirty. And this is, I know, an hour-and-a-half marathon of stupid-tolerance. As evidenced when he said that he had “installed gparted...” ... uh oh. The live CD has it on there already, why should he... oh. Oh no.

“You're not ... running it from the hard drive, are you?”
“Yes.”
“Not from a live CD.”
“No. Should I be?”
“You're trying to repartition a live disk, running the software from the very disk you're trying to repartition.”
“Yes.”
“Tomorrow. I'll come and see you tomorrow. don't try anything until I'm there.”



It's not just that he's a waste of oxygen, it's that he waits all damned day, then summons me down for an extended session of pain right at the end of the day.

I have a low stupidity tolerance as it is. He's just using up my reserves of pretending-to-care, which could be going on honest mistakes made by intelligent people who know what they're doing, and why they shouldn't be doing it, and why they have to anyway.

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*twitch*

I have plenty of rants about my current job. Yet, in comparison to this, it seems somehow ... tame. Easy. Calm.

This is a worry.