The Iggblog

Today’s Sinfest reminded me of something I’ve been meaning to whine about for a while… The ATM at work. Typically the ATM comes just before getting lunch, and putting carbs in me comes shortly thereafter… posting to my el-jay gets lost somewhere in the mix I suppose.

Anyways… there’s this ATM at work. An ATM far more EVIL than the norm. Most ATMs are content simply to lick your card, request authentication, take some input, and spit out some cash. That’s cool, right? There doesn’t need to be any interaction. I know my role. The ATM knows its role. All is well and good in the kingdom. But wait, what is this? An interloper approaches the pearly gates of the realm! A newer ATM has been placed in the caf at work, and rests upon the bloody sundered remains of the previous occupant. This new ATM is the most annoying machine of the sort I’ve ever operated. It’s not content to give the sporadic beep or to as aural feedback. Instead it responds to pretty much any keypress with beeps, and it beeps every half second or so while it’s waiting to spit out the cash. And it’s not just any beep. It’s the windows “error” beep. Ironic since this is an IT workplace, and that sound is like fingernails on a chalkboard to my bretheren and me. It drives me crazy to use that damn machine. Every time I stand there waiting for it to eject my 20-spot, I visualize myself stabbing a screwdriver into the damn speaker on the thing.

ok, that’s my whining for the morning. move along, nothing to see here.