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Originally Posted by elizilla
My sig other has a funny story he tells, of when he was a computer operator in the days of timesharing. They had a report they ran every night. It was huge - two full paper boxes, which is what, ten thousand pages? A truck picked it up the same time every morning, around dawn, and ferried it to the customer site, so they've have it when they started work.
One night the printer was down, and they couldn't get it done before the truck left. So he was tasked with calling the user, first thing in the morning. Everyone thought the user would be upset. But here's what they said: "At the very end of the report, there's a two page summary. Can you please just fax it to me? That's all we ever look at."
D'oh!
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Sounds familiar.
About halfway through my tenure at the bank I mentioned previously, we moved. They'd gotten a good deal on space in a building on the west side, and consolidated a bunch of separate offices, mine among them.
For several weeks before the actual move occurred, preparations took place, including disposing of stuff they didn't want to move. They had the wheeled canvas hampers used by the US Postal Service for packages, and were tossing out a couple of hamper loads a
day of waste paper to be recycled. Five year old G/L printouts people were keeping, "just in case..."
It's astonishing what you realize you can live without when you are confronted with moving it, and the effort convinced me large organizations ought to move every 5 years or so, simple to force people to throw things out.
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Dennis