So, I am now getting the reputation around work as a brainiac. I swear it's not my fault. I can't help it if I use precise words. I can't help help it if when someone asks me a question I just might know an answer. I mean most of the questions are computer related. I'm the pc guy! Hello, McFly!
I guess with the level of competence that I'm dealing with, I shouldn't be surprised. I think I'm pretty smart. Not the Samrtest, but pretty smart. I don't know why this should upset me at all, but it does. It kinda makes me an outcast on one hand, but it also means that whnever someone has even the weakest of questions that they will come looking for me. No Peace. I crave death at this point.
Today was WinWord day. Everyone had questions about Word. "How do footers get changed? Why won't this save? Why does this header match the one above?" I seriously don't mind helping people. I do mind helping people that don't even bother to look for the answers for themselves. Try clicking some buttons for Pete's sake! I swear most of any knowledge that I have, came at sometimes painful prices. Be brave. Hit that MuthaFucka!
I don't feel that I act superior. I do, however feel that people think that I do. It ain't my fault that I am one seriously dope sexy son of a bitch. Oops, did I say that out loud again? But once again, I digress. I seem to do that a lot on this Blog.
Keep in touch my little Peeps!