Tales of the BossLady is a series of journal entries I wrote several years ago when I was working for a pair of Realtors. I present these entries as they were originally written, in the present tense, complete with obnoxious remarks about the cranial capacity of said BossLady. I’m older and mellower now, or so I dare to believe.
Not long after I started working for BossLady, I decided to ask her for advice on a computer matter, since she “almost had a Master’s Degree” and all. I had a loose hard drive that I wanted to put in a box — and by that I mean that I wanted to get a case with a processor, you know, basically a computer to put the drive in. As I understand it, many geeks refer to that rectangular object that holds the drive as “the box.” But maybe I’m wrong, because when I told BossLady that I had an extra hard drive and I was looking for a box to put it in and did she know where I could get one cheap? Because I know she’s great with finding good deals for hardware and stuff on eBay and so forth? She said in reply:
“A box? You mean like a cardboard box to store it in?”
That was the beginning. My moment of dawning realization. That was the moment when I first began to think, “…Master’s Degree?”
Ultimately I figured out, on my own, how to add the hard drive as a slave to my existing computer, and I never again asked BossLady for hardware advice.