nunoncastors

Me: Morning, just a quick email to see what else you require installing on your laptop beyond Office, Adobe Reader, Flash and the usual stuff.

Them: Come and see me to discuss.

Me: I can’t, not really, I’m a bit snowed under. It’ll probably be easier if you reply with a list of things you need.

Them: Please call me to discuss.

Me: Please just send me an email listing any software that you regularly use/require and I’ll install it on your new laptop. I’m not going to get the chance to call you or pop up to your floor to discuss, things are a bit hectic down here as the dev server is down.

Them: The time it took, you could have called while you were replying to my last mail…

Me: The time it took to reply was due to my being elbow deep in the dev server because, as I’ve said before, I’m busy and it’s broken.

Dev Server > Lunch (which I should be on) >> You.

Now, while we’re making snide remarks, during the time it took you could have written a fucking list. A list. A. Fucking. List. It isn’t exactly a difficult task is it? Though, evidently it is one that’s beyond you. Now, do you want this laptop or not?

You do?

Well ok then, for the last and final time, write me a fucking email with your list of software requirements and I’ll get it sorted. If you don’t, the whole shebang is going to go the first person to furnish me with, you’ve guessed it, a list of their software requirements.

Them: Visio, VMWare, Fireworks, Dreamweaver, FileZilla, VPN access.

Me: Bravo.