Someone Mistook Me For A Lottery Winning Robot
What is it about robot-builders that makes them construct replicas of ourselves, when only a tiny percent of the world's population doesn't even kick a tin can? I can't remember the last time I kicked a ball, yet kicking and running are the high skill factors they try and build in to these mechanical marvels.
Sure, I know it is really an advanced from of locomotion they are trying to show off.
But what about delivering me a freshly cooked breakfast in bed instead? I would pay big money for that. Kicking a ball around the back yard with a robot which responds every two minutes, not really.
A reader mistook me for one of these robot kicking wannabe's.
I'll explain why I write like a robot in a minute, but first...
The new help desk software has been an enormous success since I introduced it a month back.
Up till then all the support from me was done on a wing and a prayer. I've got so much going on each day... that this side of my business went down the tubes for a while.
Problem is - I can't outsource my stuff because it's complex. (I'm truly unique, yay!)
"What are you doing at this hour?" calls my wife on the phone intercom. "When are you going to sleep already?" (She doesn't really shout like a New Yorker or Woody Allen's mother in law... I just made that up).
"Won't be long now," I shout back at the phone, furiously tapping the last of my replies into the computer.
It has been like that for years, and I never really caught up.
The new software is running perfectly, all support questions get answered within 48 hours, and life is good for my Silverites (buyers of my systems).
Make Every Play Day a PAY Day!
