"Fuck off, Bitch! I don't need someone goin' all stupid fast tellin' me how to do somethin' so fast I can't keep up. And then talkin' down to me like I'm stupid. Where the fuck is Kristen?!"
"Eehhh, MB! Whazzup?" My coworker was livid at my other coworker, Madeline. She has a tendency to be... caustic. At best. She knows she's better than everyone. When, in actuality, she's really just not. She holds on to her job by sticking her nose so far up into where the sun don't shine that she probably doesn't even actually have to work. She really doesn't anyhow. That's what I'm for - doing her job.
He was pissed. And rightfully so. I've been talked down to by M plenty and it's infuriating. Getting talked down to sucks in the first place. Getting talked down to by someone who doesn't have the slightest clue what they're talking about is probably one of the most angering, blood boiling, make-your-heart-race-so-hard-you-think-you're-gonna-explode-in-order-to-not-kill-someone experiences you could ever have.
All he was trying to do was learn a little piece of software that allowed him to take pictures of one part of his screen so he could email it to someone. It's called "Screen Hunter." I have a different version of it, but felt confident that I could figure it out and teach it to him in about ten seconds.
"Will you just show me how to use "Screen Hunter"? Fuckin' M downloaded some new version of it I don't need and then won't teach me how to use it," he was almost pleading.
"Yup. Let me figure some of it out first." Not that it's difficult, but him watching me do it wrong once or twice certainly wouldn't help anything. His program is actually easier than mine. He can hit F2 and start using it. Doesn't have to open the program or anything.
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