You Know What Else?

So my last post got me thinking about elementary school, and all the things that were great about it. I liked how in elementary school you always get to go to assemblies. They happened so often! Everything from Doctor Seuss Week to Saint Patrick’s Day got an assembly. My favorite type of assembly was the student of the month, it was hard to compete with that. Not only do you get a certificate, but I think you got pencils and stuff too. Maybe even candy. What else can a kid need?

The Bday

So you know when you are in kindergarten, or first grade, and it is your birthday, you get to bring cupcakes to everybody in your class? I wish we still did that when we are grownups, because it pretty much made you the coolest kid. I’m sure it was a horrible time for the mothers that had to make the cupcakes, or cookies, but I think the awesomeness makes up for the sacrifice.

Milestone

I want all of you to know that today I sent my first fax.

To be honest, fax machines have kind of frightened me. By the time I was employed in a job that used technology, scanners and email were the most frequently used methods of communication, and faxes seemed so…primitive.

But apparently, faxes are not primitive. In fact, they’re fantastically modern, and altogether amazing. You stick a paper in, dial a phone number, and somewhere else in the world, the exact same paper shows up! If you’ve never sent a fax, try it now!

This week I started working as a Customer Service Representative at the BYU Independent Study office. Training officially lasts two weeks, which I guess means that I’ll be completely certified at the end. I can’t imagine why else they’d take so long, especially since I work every weekday. Yesterday morning I was supposed to start the online tutorials…and I guess that was expected to take me at least two full workdays. I actually finished in two hours. (What can I say? I’m a fast reader.) So when I was assigned a Trainer whose calls I could listen to, she asked what day of training I was on. “Um. One?” Yep, I impressed everyone. And went through the same thing today. “This is only your second day and you’re already listening to calls?” Um. Yes?

The best thing (?) about the job is that the software we use is that it’s a DOS program requiring dot and r commands. To move between fields on the current screen, you type .11, for instance, and moving to a new screen means you type r6. I’d like to say that it’s painfully slow, but in reality, I’ve used much more modern programs that are just as bad. Or worse.

So far, the calls aren’t too bad. It looks like we go to other departments (further back in the office) whenever we can’t answer a question; today I met a girl named Mika…who has the unfortunate pronunciation of Micah. What’s really funny is that I applied for a job in her department as well as in the call center. Thank goodness we aren’t quite coworkers. That could get confusing.

And now, a story for those of you who are computer literate. A woman called in yesterday, somewhat panicked and more than a little bit frustrated. Her daughter is in high school and is signed up for an online English course. The daughter went to take the first quiz, which said it was open book, and during the quiz clicked on the sidebar menu to look up an answer in the online material. Then she tried to go back to the quiz, but got a message saying she could only take it once. Now, you probably see the problem — you can’t just go to a new page during the quiz and expect it to let you come back, if it’s set to only allow one login to the quiz. So my Trainer explained that they should just open a second window for looking at the lesson material, and we would reset the quiz. But the poor woman had no idea what it meant about opening a new window, and said that it was unfair to call it “open book” if not everyone can open another window. It took a great deal of patience and “Move your mouse up to where it says File” sort of directions before she got everything worked out.

Sometimes I’m really taken aback by how technologically illiterate some people are. But I suppose I can’t say much. I just learned how to fax at the ripe old age of 23.