Bot Pain
I remember when we were taught to do things properly. Simple things, like filling in a long form cheque. With a name, and a date, and an amount. Actually, pretty simple stuff. Skills that are still valid. Unless you actually work in the finance department of a corporation.
We received a cheque, today. Almost a month in transit, (were told it was in the mail a month ago) because we must have delivery at the speed of a dogsled in certain areas. The cheque contained a date, and an amount, and a name that had so much more. Maybe the bank will sort it all out in the morning, as long as the dogsled team is off doing something else. No need to despair, but I do salute the stupidity adding the address of the issuer. Go ahead, blame the computer. Probably the fault of the new kid in the office. Please, stop hiring goats.
Very few phone calls from the fraud department at Amazon. My order for a new iPhone continues to empower their efforts to get “my information”.
I really should learn to ignore Twitter, where good ideas go to die. Right now, we have a bot that keeps requesting the resignation of our current prime minister so that his guy can get a chance in the big chair. Man, the bot will be so disappointed when it figures out we have a different system in Canada. Like, if one person resigns, the crown passes to someone else in the same party. For the record, I have no complaints about how things work now, and if by some stroke of a magic wand the suggested replacement got to have a go, we might be in for a pile of pain. Or piles, at a minimum. Bots are such a waste of time for the rest of us.
