<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946031256204159466</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:29:11.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Side of the Desk</title><subtitle type='html'>We're only human, we need all the information you can give us</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sometimes I wonder...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946031256204159466.post-1720516905962889543</id><published>2008-04-21T14:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:33:12.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting the most from your I.T. department (i.e the Help Desk)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oucs.ox.ac.uk/internal/history/building-photos/helpcentre-07/helpdesk-sept07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.oucs.ox.ac.uk/internal/history/building-photos/helpcentre-07/helpdesk-sept07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; you call us to have your computer moved, be sure to leave it buried under half a ton of postcards, baby pictures, stuffed animals, dried flowers, bowling trophies and children's art.  We don't have a life, and we find it deeply moving to catch a fleeting glimpse of yours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; write anything down. Ever. We can play back the error messages from here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When &lt;/span&gt;an I.T. person says he's coming right over, go for coffee.  That way you won't be there when we need your password.  It's nothing for us to remember 300 screen saver passwords.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; you call the help desk, state what you want, not what's keeping you from getting it.  We don't need to know that you can't get into your mail because your computer won't power on at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When &lt;/span&gt;I.T. support sends you an E-Mail with high importance, delete it at once.  We're just testing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; an I.T. person is eating lunch at his desk, walk right in and spill your guts right out.  We exist only to serve.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Send&lt;/span&gt; urgent email all in uppercase.  The mail server picks it up and flags it as a rush delivery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; the photocopier doesn't work, call computer support.  There's electronics in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; you're getting a NO DIAL TONE message at home, call computer support.  We can fix your telephone line from here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; you have a dozen old computer screens to get rid of, call computer support.  We're  collectors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; something's wrong with your home PC, dump it on an I.T. person's chair with no name, no phone number and no description of      the problem. We love a puzzle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; an I.T. person tells you that computer screens don't have cartridges in them, argue.  We love a good argument.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; an I.T. person tells you that he'll be there shortly, reply in a scathing tone of voice :  "And just how many weeks do you mean by shortly?".  That motivates us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; the printer won't print, re-send the job at least 20 times. Print jobs frequently get sucked into black holes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; the printer still won't print after 20 tries, send the job to all 68 printers in the company.  One of them is bound to work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; learn the proper name for anything technical.  We know exactly what you mean by "my thingy blew up".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; use on-line help.  On-line help is for wimps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; the mouse cable keeps knocking down the framed picture of your dog, lift the computer and stuff the cable under it.  Mouse cables were designed to have 20kg of computer sitting on top of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; the space bar on your keyboard doesn't work, blame it on the mail upgrade.  Keyboards are actually very happy with half a pound of muffin crumbs and nail clippings in them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; you get a message saying "Are you sure?" click on that Yes button as fast as you can.  Hell, if you weren't sure, you wouldn't be doing it, would you ?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; you find an I.T. person on the phone with his bank, sit uninvited on the corner of his desk and stare at him until he hangs up. We don't have any money to speak of anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feel &lt;/span&gt;perfectly free to say things like "I don't know nothing about that computer crap".  We don't mind at all hearing our area of professional expertise referred to as crap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; you need to change the toner cartridge in a printer, call I.T. support.  Changing a toner cartridge is an extremely complex task, and Hewlett-Packard recommends that it be performed only by a professional engineer with a master's degree in nuclear physics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; you can't find someone in the government directory, call I.T. Support.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; you have a lock to pick on an old file cabinet, call I.T. Support.  We love to hack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; something's the matter with your computer, ask your secretary to call the help desk.  We enjoy the challenge of having to deal with a third party who doesn't know anything about the problem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; you receive a 30mb (huge) movie file, send it to everyone as a mail attachment.  We've got lots of disk space on that mail server.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; even think of breaking large print jobs down into smaller chunks.  Somebody else might get a chance to squeeze a memo into the queue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; an I.T. person gets on the elevator pushing $100,000 worth of computer equipment on a cart, ask in a very loud voice: "Good grief, you take the elevator to go DOWN one floor?!?"  That's another one that cracks us up no end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When &lt;/span&gt;you lose your car keys, send an email to the entire company. People out in Toronto like to keep abreast of what's going on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; you bump into an I.T. person at the grocery store on a Saturday, ask a computer question.  We do weekends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't &lt;/span&gt;bother to tell us when you move computers around on your own. Computer names are just a cosmetic feature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; you bring your own personal home PC for repair at the office, leave the documentation at home.  We'll find all the settings and drivers somewhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946031256204159466-1720516905962889543?l=dtost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/feeds/1720516905962889543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946031256204159466&amp;postID=1720516905962889543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/1720516905962889543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/1720516905962889543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-most-from-your-it-department-ie.html' title='Getting the most from your I.T. department (i.e the Help Desk)'/><author><name>Sometimes I wonder...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946031256204159466.post-4908442985951665455</id><published>2008-03-12T00:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:07:36.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpdesk call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Problem:&lt;/span&gt; The computer by the window in office XX.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is not working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough. I go to office XX.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to see what the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Problem...There is no computer by the window, in fact, there is no desk by the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call the teacher that called with the problem, I wanted to verify the office number and if the problematic computer is in fact in that office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teacher:&lt;/span&gt; Of course the computer is in there, I was in there earlier today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Really, are you sure the computer is by the window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teacher:&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; The only computer that was in that office was on the right side, as you walk in, wall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teacher:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the computer that isn't working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I see...That desk or computer aren't by the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teacher:&lt;/span&gt; Well, its close to the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teacher:&lt;/span&gt; Has it been fixed yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, not yet, I just wanted to confirm that I had the right computer in the right office. I'll fix it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solution:&lt;/span&gt; Plug the computer's power cords into the electrical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;extension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the floor under the desk on the right side, as you walk in, wall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946031256204159466-4908442985951665455?l=dtost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/feeds/4908442985951665455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946031256204159466&amp;postID=4908442985951665455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/4908442985951665455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/4908442985951665455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/2008/03/helpdesk-call.html' title='Helpdesk call'/><author><name>Sometimes I wonder...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946031256204159466.post-4502303986455658966</id><published>2008-03-11T23:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:50:15.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are some teachers so obtuse?</title><content type='html'>A teacher approached me today, she was having a problem with her network password. It was an easy fix, and she was about ready to go on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I have a presentation in a multimedia room tomorrow, what if I have a problem with logging in?"&lt;/blockquote&gt; she inquires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at her, biting my tongue, and suggest that she go and check right now, today, so that if there is a problem we can fix it before her presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher responded with a look that implied I had saved the world from collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchbox.hyperdictionary.com/search.aspx?define=obtuse"&gt;Obtuse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946031256204159466-4502303986455658966?l=dtost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/feeds/4502303986455658966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946031256204159466&amp;postID=4502303986455658966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/4502303986455658966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/4502303986455658966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-are-some-teachers-so-obtuse.html' title='Why are some teachers so obtuse?'/><author><name>Sometimes I wonder...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946031256204159466.post-8964751276364872772</id><published>2008-03-06T21:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:23:11.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This monitor is too big</title><content type='html'>I  got a request to install a refurbished computer in a teacher's office; a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;desktop&lt;/span&gt; case with a 17 inch CRT monitor. We usually ask the teacher make room on their desk for the computer and monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the initial request, she told us that the monitor was very big, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She was hoping that an LCD monitor would magically show up on her desk&lt;/span&gt;. That was NOT going to happen. This computer was essentially free to her and her department, her department was not going to buy a new monitor for a refurbished computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to her office to do the install, again she said that the monitor was very big and could she have an LCD (a direct request to me this time) I explained that she would have to ask her department chair, and if it was OK'd she would get an LCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that there wasn't enough room on her desk for the computer and monitor, she would like a small table, could I find a small table for her...HUH?!?! I don't do tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I directed her to the correct department and suggested that when she gets the table I would return to install the computer for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was not pleased, but there wasn't much I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the punch line, that silly bit that makes this a head banger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;desktop&lt;/span&gt; case and the monitor sits &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt; the case, taking up no more room than the computer. So while she waits for a small table, the computer sits on the floor gathering dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt the computer will ever get installed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946031256204159466-8964751276364872772?l=dtost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/feeds/8964751276364872772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946031256204159466&amp;postID=8964751276364872772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/8964751276364872772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/8964751276364872772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-monitor-is-too-big.html' title='This monitor is too big'/><author><name>Sometimes I wonder...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946031256204159466.post-1380459532718344347</id><published>2008-03-01T18:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:52:10.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't print</title><content type='html'>This is a common enough problem, with many potential causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need to add paper to a printer, or the toner needs to be replaced, sometimes a printer can break.We use a pay-to-print system, if you have no money in your account, nothing will happen when you try to print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student comes to us with a problem "I can't print".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend our time troubleshooting the problem, checking the printer, verifying that there is paper in the printer, and finally asking the student to log on and verify his print balance. "I can't do that, I can't logon"     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time the student is getting a bit upset because we can't fix the "printing" problem; he has a paper due in 10 minutes and is in a bit of a panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have now spent 5 minutes trying to figure out what's wrong, only to find out that all we need to do is reset their password. This will take about 45 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at this point I want to throw a Fortran manual at the student's head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946031256204159466-1380459532718344347?l=dtost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/feeds/1380459532718344347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946031256204159466&amp;postID=1380459532718344347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/1380459532718344347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/1380459532718344347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cant-print.html' title='I can&apos;t print'/><author><name>Sometimes I wonder...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946031256204159466.post-2943286312691355628</id><published>2008-02-26T13:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T13:26:48.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Who Cried Wolf</title><content type='html'>Good morning A-------,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning you placed a call to our help-desk ostensibly claiming that you could not log-in and you were in the middle of an exam.When we responded we found your class working away watching YouTube videos on the net. The problem seemed to be that you were unable to log-in to your web based e-mail account. That service seems to be under some type of Denial of Service Attack today and the whole world is having trouble getting to their site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was the case, I question your ability to diagnose computing problems. Perhaps, you should undertake some training? If you knowingly misdirected us, may I remind you of the parable about the boy who cried wolf. Our future responses could be long enough to ensure we will only find the bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, in the future, call us when you have a problem but don't inflate the urgency.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946031256204159466-2943286312691355628?l=dtost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/feeds/2943286312691355628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946031256204159466&amp;postID=2943286312691355628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/2943286312691355628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/2943286312691355628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/2008/02/boy-who-cried-wolf.html' title='The Boy Who Cried Wolf'/><author><name>Sometimes I wonder...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946031256204159466.post-5596616269477660582</id><published>2008-02-25T15:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:54:13.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help, My CD is stuck</title><content type='html'>This was about 10 years ago, when we still had some 486 computers without CD-ROM drives in a few of out labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young lady asked for some help getting her CD out of the computer. No problem I think as I grab a handy-dandy CD removal tool, commonly called an unbent paperclip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask her where she was working, she directs me to the lab with the oldest computers, those 486 machines without any CD-ROM drives i mentioned earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit confused, but I soldier on and ask her to direct me to the problematic computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be interesting I think to myself; The paperclip is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; going to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had managed to put the CD into the 5¼ inch disk drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUH?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked what she had done, she was just following her teacher's instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked why she didn't use one of the labs with the newer computers with the CD-ROM drives she told me that she had never used a computer before and didn't know any better. Why she didn't ask for help before is beyond me, but there are people like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my best to explain that we would have to dismantle the computer to get her CD out, and that it may not be usable once retrieved. She was upset and the prospect of losing her disk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not only did we have to remove the drive from the computer, a desktop case, we had to destroy the drive in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got her CD back, fortunately for her, it wasn't too damaged and worked properly in a computer with a CD-ROM drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have a stack of CDs that people have forgotten in the labs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946031256204159466-5596616269477660582?l=dtost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/feeds/5596616269477660582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946031256204159466&amp;postID=5596616269477660582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/5596616269477660582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/5596616269477660582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/2008/02/help-my-cd-is-stuck.html' title='Help, My CD is stuck'/><author><name>Sometimes I wonder...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946031256204159466.post-3773101199215898986</id><published>2008-02-24T21:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:28:03.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need it full screen</title><content type='html'>I received a call from one of my clients. He has lost the menu in his web browser, and can't print something. It takes me a second, I realize that he is in full-screen mode, I tell him to hit the "F11" key to restore the menu and tool bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem solved.....NOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm told that he knows about the "F11" trick, but that's not really his problem, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why did I know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells me he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; it in full screen because he wants the picture displayed to print big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biting my tongue, I offer to go to his office to help him print a picture of his grand daughter; that story is for another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946031256204159466-3773101199215898986?l=dtost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/feeds/3773101199215898986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946031256204159466&amp;postID=3773101199215898986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/3773101199215898986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/3773101199215898986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-need-it-full-screen.html' title='I need it full screen'/><author><name>Sometimes I wonder...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946031256204159466.post-4440233979028755831</id><published>2008-02-24T21:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:23:05.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reset, Please!</title><content type='html'>Getting a call about a frozen system, suggesting the caller reboot by pushing the reset button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Press the reset button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Them:&lt;/span&gt; I can do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yes you can, that is the first thing I would do if I were to go to your office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Them:&lt;/span&gt;Where is the reset button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;on the front of your computer, the smaller of the 2 buttons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Them: &lt;/span&gt;OK.....I don't have a reset button.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; do you see the 2 buttons on the front of the case; the large and small one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Them:&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Push the smaller one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Them: &lt;/span&gt;OK, but there is no reset button.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; ARRRRRRRRGGGGG (to myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I'll be there in a few minutes (to push the reset button)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946031256204159466-4440233979028755831?l=dtost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/feeds/4440233979028755831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946031256204159466&amp;postID=4440233979028755831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/4440233979028755831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/4440233979028755831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/2008/02/reset-please.html' title='Reset, Please!'/><author><name>Sometimes I wonder...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946031256204159466.post-953196772620910057</id><published>2008-02-24T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:19:57.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The computer, not the monitor</title><content type='html'>Asking a user to reboot their computer, only to find out later that they were "rebooting" their monitor...and not understanding why nothing was changing?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple fix becomes an office visit...to reboot a computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946031256204159466-953196772620910057?l=dtost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/feeds/953196772620910057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946031256204159466&amp;postID=953196772620910057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/953196772620910057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/953196772620910057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/2008/02/computer-not-monitor.html' title='The computer, not the monitor'/><author><name>Sometimes I wonder...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946031256204159466.post-2697540594994854077</id><published>2008-02-24T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:13:57.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My side of the counter</title><content type='html'>This is a look from the other side of a computer service counter from a very large Jr. or community college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I support the faculty,  staff and some students, helping them when they get themselves into trouble or need help using their computer. I usually respond to a help ticket sometimes following up by phone or by going to their office. There are days that no amount of help will fix the problem. Sometimes my "clients" are no smarter than a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I love where I'm working, I love what I'm doing and the people I work with a a great bunch; with a wide range of technical and "customer" service skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note, the names have been changed to protect the guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946031256204159466-2697540594994854077?l=dtost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/feeds/2697540594994854077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946031256204159466&amp;postID=2697540594994854077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/2697540594994854077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946031256204159466/posts/default/2697540594994854077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dtost.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-side-of-counter.html' title='My side of the counter'/><author><name>Sometimes I wonder...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
