This morning my boss came in to dictate a document (I should probably mention that my boss is of grandfather age and cannot use a computer and is not interested in learning how to use a computer so everything he wants typed he dictates to me and I type--I know, I know, great use of a college degree, huh?). He created (and by created I mean plagiarized) this document by using a document that we were given by another company as a model, so every time the original document capitalized something, he wanted it capitalized in our version as well, and every time there was a comma, he wanted a comma in our version as well. This is what the initial dictation session sounded like:
Boss: "For value received--and all of that should be capitalized, and then make a line so we can fill in the company name later--comma a Minnesota limited liability company--and then borrower in parenthesis and put quotes around borrower and capitalize the b" and then he continued to dictate for about a paragraph until he got to this part:
Boss: "in lawful money of the United States of America--and capitalize the u and s and a in United States of America."
Me: Snort (and then tried to hide the fact that I was openly laughing at him for telling me that the name of our country needs to be capitalized with more snorting).
I mean, really? Are you kidding me? Don't you learn about the relationship between capitalization and proper nouns in, like, first grade? Did he think I didn't know this?
I'm not sure if he really thought I am so stupid that I needed clarification in this area, or if he was just mindlessly reading what he was dictating and didn't realize that he was stating the obvious. Either way, I've decided I've earned something chocolate for lunch.
3 comments:
*snort* Let me guess, you're blonde and cute ergo you have no clue as to the proper capitalization our county's name.
Did I win? And what did you treat yourself to?
Queen: Nope. I'm brunette with a few extra inches around the middle and won't be winning any beauty pageants any time soon. But I think it wasn't so much about what I look like as it was my gender...
And I treated myself to a lunch at my favorite deli. Yummy...
Dang - I wasn't even close. And I’d like to take a moment to blame children, men, and anything else I can think of (other than myself) for the reason most of us have those extra inches around the middle. I say less stress equals less inches.
And living in the Deep South, I totally understand how your boss thinks. Cause Sugar? A woman can accomplish nothing without a man….at least that’s how they think down here. My biting sarcasm and witty observations make life such fun.
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