Today, my boss handed me a spreadsheet where one line had spilled over onto a second page. She told me to cut and paste it onto one page. It took me a moment to realize she meant using scissors and glue.
I said to her, “I was born in the eighties. I haven’t physically cut and pasted anything since kindergarten.” Honestly, I wouldn’t have been able to do it without making a terrible mess.
My boss doesn’t seem to realize it’s 2008. She hates filling out forms on the computer; she actually brought in a typewriter to type forms.
Once, I sent her an e-mail on a Friday night, and she didn’t get it until Monday morning. Indignantly, she spat, “Why did you e-mail this? I don’t check my e-mail on weekends.”
Look, lady, I know you grew up with a party line, but communication technology has advanced in the last fifty years.
And while we’re at it, quit using AOL. That barely even counts as e-mail.
(On a side note, I used that “party line” joke on another PA, and he didn’t even know what a party line was.)