They said...
Sep. 18th, 2005 11:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Итак, что же я извлекла из своего недельного трейнинга (кроме простуды):
Instructor, while describing one of the less useful features:
If anybody knows why this [feature] is helpful, please, tell us!
Instructor, while erasing something from the board:
I am just going to delete this.
During the discussion on why we should care about the size of the created pages:
-- I am sure somebody in this class is still on dial-up.
-- Yeah, we don't have DSL in our area yet.
-- No cable either?
-- There is cable but I won't pay them for it! - after a heartbeat, - I've got DSL in my other house, though.
-- Wow, he won't pay for cable but he's got another house just for DSL. That's dedication! [We all work for company that provides DSL. Cable is our competitor.]
While discussing places for lunch:
-- Salad is what they feed to the things I eat.
During a break, talking about stupid things teenagers do:
-- My 17-year-old son drove over the railroad track, launched the car about 90 feet up in the air, smashed it into three trees, taking one clear out of the ground and walked away from it!
-- And then he killed him!
Instructor, while describing one of the less useful features:
If anybody knows why this [feature] is helpful, please, tell us!
Instructor, while erasing something from the board:
I am just going to delete this.
During the discussion on why we should care about the size of the created pages:
-- I am sure somebody in this class is still on dial-up.
-- Yeah, we don't have DSL in our area yet.
-- No cable either?
-- There is cable but I won't pay them for it! - after a heartbeat, - I've got DSL in my other house, though.
-- Wow, he won't pay for cable but he's got another house just for DSL. That's dedication! [We all work for company that provides DSL. Cable is our competitor.]
While discussing places for lunch:
-- Salad is what they feed to the things I eat.
During a break, talking about stupid things teenagers do:
-- My 17-year-old son drove over the railroad track, launched the car about 90 feet up in the air, smashed it into three trees, taking one clear out of the ground and walked away from it!
-- And then he killed him!