Apparently, there is a ghost in the fancy midtown office in which I temp.
Sometimes the ghost moves stuff around, steals a letter, or empties the dishwasher. The ghost’s name is Clara.
Today, the ghost made it so that my boss couldn’t select a series of email addresses in Outlook. I literally didn’t understand what she meant when she described her problem at first. When I came in to do it for her, it was fine.
She blamed the ghost, which I find both funny and a little sad. Part of me wants to say, “hey, take responsibility for yourself, and learn how to work a computer!” and part of me just thinks it’s cute and weird that she and her office mate just both yelled out “Clara!” at the same time once it was discovered that I was able to fix her problem by doing literally the exact same thing that she said she just did.
I am overly sensitive to stuff like this because I feel like I spend a lot of time in nonprofits fighting with older workers about how to implement technology effectively. It usually doesn’t go well. And by older workers, sometimes I mean people who are five years older than I am.