Glen sent me this one.
A few days ago I was having some work done at my local garage. An uninformed voter came in and asked for a seven-hundred-ten.
We all looked at each other and another customer asked, ‘What is a seven-hundred-ten?’
She replied, ‘You know, the little piece in the middle of the engine, I have lost it and need a new one.’
She replied that she did not know exactly what it was, but this piece had always been there.
The mechanic gave her a piece of paper and a pen and asked her to draw what the piece looked like.
She drew a circle and in the middle of it wrote 710. He then took her over to a car just like hers which had its hood up and asked, ‘Is there a 710 on this car?’
She pointed and said, ‘Of course, its right there.’ The mechanic fainted.
Update: I was wondering how many readers would not get this. Here is the solution.
Take a piece of paper. Draw a circle on it. Put 710 in the circle. Turn the paper upside down. Face plant your forehead into the palm of your hand.
And one reader mentioned the ID 10 T light. I had a few users who didn’t understand me when I said their problem was an ID 10 T problem (ID10T). One particular user took offense when I apologized to him for his incompetence in an email. He took the email to my CDSM© who called me on the carpet and told me that IBM didn’t hire any incompetent instructors. I laughed in his face since I supported a few of the incompetent ones.
When I became a full time systems programmer this very instructor took over a class that I had written and delivered for over four years. He had to immediately dumb it down. I had purposely left in a few installation and customization bugs that the students would prolly stumble across since I had done so when I was first building sysplexes. He gave them customization info so they wouldn’t stumble across these problems because he didn’t know how to explain them. I liked to have students mess up with me rather than back in their accounts. The students felt the same way. Even so, there were a few other areas where students could muck up. He called me three separate times for the same problem. Once was OK ’cause it was a neat bug. Twice was still OK, but that time, I told him to write it down. I told him to make a bug log so he wouldn’t have to call me. After all, he billed himself as a “sysplex expert”. Having to call a sysprog for a student bug didn’t make him appear much of an “expert”. It was the third call, when I was home taking a nap, that made me blow up. It was shortly after that when I sent him the email apologizing to him for his incompetence.
He was fired from IBM three months after my CDSM© told me IBM didn’t hire incompetent instructors. My CDSM© did not take too kindly when I pointed this out.
It was because of this dude that my CDSM© did sumpin’ really stupid and decided to implement a new policy. It was a stupid policy and I pointed out to the education delivery managers what their instructors would have to do to conform to this policy. Needless to say, the policy was aborted but because I pointed out to the world how stupid my CDSM© was, it effectively ended my career at IBM. I was busted from team lead, a job I never wanted in the first place, and my appraisal rating was dropped. But my pay wasn’t cut. Same pay. Less responsibility. I’m down with that! I was basically RIP. I still did my job but I no longer put in long hours. In fact, I cut my work hours down to 30 hours a week. What was he gonna do? Fire me? I was eligible for retirement, so all he could do was make me retire, which I did three years later. Being a SRF© has its advantages.
Here’s the good part. A year after I retired, my team lead took me out to lunch. It turned out that the contractor they hired to replace me couldn’t do in 40 hours what I did in 30. They even had to drop one of my projects, (Early Ship Program for z/OS) because no one had the time to do it. So my exCDSM© wanted me to come back as a contractor. BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Not gonna happen. He forgot why he hired me away from the hardware group in the first place and that was software currency. A year later another lunch, another offer. The same result.
I love telling this story. Karma is a bitch! More karma. He was promoted to his bosses job after he retired. They first had to surgically remove his lips from his bosses ass. A year after I retired, he was busted back down to his old job. Then, his wife divorced him. He had three college age daughters. College and weddings for three women. He moved into an apartment across from the data center so he could walk to work. Shortly after that, the data center moved. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I love stories with happy endings!