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Maybe I’ll get a chance to rest up soon. Maybe.

The past couple days, I’ve been working with this guy who sounds like the Vortigaunt from Half-Life 2 and I’ve finally figured out what he reminds me of: A poor computer game AI. It’s as if he understands the basic physical motions required in a task and repeats them without actually understanding why he’s doing it and because of this he’s really just a big pain.

For example, I asked him to clean and so he turned around and started cleaning up the first thing he saw. It was something completely unrelated to us, which didn’t at all need cleaning and was rather far away from where we were, but he headed off and cleaned it up while leaving our workstation a mess.

A better example is that he taps the edges of desk frames with a hammer every time before screwing them down. Sometimes it’s necessary to hammer out a bulge in the metal so it’s flat but he does it every time, whether it’s uneven or perfectly flat already. In addition, he merely taps it so even if the metal needs hammering, his little tap does nothing to flatten out the bulge. It’s as if someone told him once to do it and he kept doing it blindly, not really getting what it was people were doing but following the motions.

My poor friend Shawn, who has been single for far too long, had a female lying on his bed tonight. What did he do? He played World of Warcraft.

Not exactly the move I would have recommended.

Our finest poet describes it thus: Gallum galla gilla ma.

September 14th, 2005 at 1:22 am | Posted in dailies, heidt

 

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