In a message dated 9/7/04 9:59:41 PM Central Daylight Time, atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx writes: > The maintenance man quit and I asked if I could have the job. > Sure, they said. I'd never owned a screwdriver before then. "Take > advantage of fools", has always been my motto, and if they were foolish > enough to let me do something I knew nothing about, well then, God bless > 'em. My father was a computer programmer. I hated computers with a passion. They were corrupt, they falsified the world and as artificial items interrupted Nature. I avoided them studiously and refused to acknowledge their existence. My first post-College job was as a secretary in an English dept at the local University. They had a computer, plastic wrap still on, never plugged in, sitting in the back. They'd had it 7 months. No one knew what to do with it. I didn't know from squat. It was a challenge -- more interesting than scribbling doodles trying to look busy. So I plugged it in. A black screen with an orange underline came on. Dos 2.0, I think. 24 KB of RAM or something ridiculous. They let me play with the Expensive Instrument because no one else cared to. I put their book lists in alpha order with a few key clicks. It's amazing what you can do when you're desperate. Yep. They were foolish enough to let me do something I knew nothing about. I got tired, eventually, of listening to my super-ordinant gripe if a rubber-band found its way into the waste basket. I have always held her as my Model of Anal Retentiveness. I think that leads back to Cracks and I could smooth this into something suitable for Comp and Rhetoric but I'm just not enthused enough. Julie Krueger ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html