Random work anecdote

[maharetr]

Boss-ish person: It's 9.30, can you come in at 10.30 and work all day? Please?
Me: *re-sorts mental landscape from "being alone all morning" to "smiling at lots of people". Thinks "lie back and think of the money" very hard* Okay, sure!



Random point in the day. I've been on my feet for a while and am getting tired/bored.
Kid: The vending machine outside won't give us our chips.
Me: We have no responsibility for the vending machines, but they're more interesting than shelving. Lead on!
Vending Machine: *stubbornly hangs onto that packet of chips*
Dad of kid: If I shake it a bit, I think I can make it give it up. Can I shake it?
Me: You're asking me for permission? Hell, yes.

Dad shakes the machine, and the chips fall to the floor of the machine. Except this is a bright new shiny machine designed to stop people doing precisely that: the 'floor' is a closed panel thing above the flap, that presumably only opens for a brief period after you've inserted your money.

Dad and Me: Damn.
Me: Nice try.
Kid: Meh. Watch this. *goes around the back of the machine, turns it off at the power point, turns it back on.*
Machine: *reset!*

Machine blinks, displays flash: the panel opens, drops chips to the proper floor of the machine and closes again.

Me: Kid, you da shit! I'm impressed.



I'm working another full day tomorrow, too. Life has suddenly become a bit more tiring, but, oh, the money! *happy dance*

Comments

[black-samvara.livejournal.com]

The firstborn child exists to triumph over technology!

[juffles.livejournal.com]

How does that explain my sister, then?

[black-samvara.livejournal.com]

I was being politically correct; it's usually the first-born son.

[ascetic-hedony.livejournal.com]

Does it count if you just kill the tech?

[black-samvara.livejournal.com]

There's always the rare cases of the first-born retarded child ;-p