Everything my boss knows about Minnesota she learned from Prairie Home Companion. She also thinks all Minnesotans know each other.
As the IT person, I got to explain to her today that her photos wouldn't transfer from the camera to the laptop if she plugged the USB cable into the ethernet port. ("Oh, that's where the Internet goes!")
Yesterday was Leif Ericson Day. She has never heard of Leif Ericson.
She bought three stamps off me and had to google the price of stamps.
When I told her I was assigned to tutor a second grader on Thursdays, she asked if I couldn't switch it to Wednesdays because her son is coming to town.
Words I've been called in to spell this week: medieval, renaissance, velour. (Caveat: I asked a co-worker if "lacey" was correct. It turns out that "lacey" and "lacy" both are, but the first one looks wrong.)
My task this week (besides helping customers, putting stuff away, and selling selling selling!) is to optimize the web site for better google results. She took a workshop but remembers nothing.
She complains about how expensive Montpelier is, then prices our products absurdly high. (Seriously, a zip-up hoodie is $64 for no reason, but a brand new tags-still-on J. Crew cashmere-cotton blend sweater is half that. Guess which one Ben is getting for Christmas.)
She feels badly about feeding her dog meat from the grocery store instead of from the co-op, even though the co-op barely carries meat because it's run by vegetarian hippies.
At least thrice daily, I get to hear how great and successful her son is. If my mother does this, I apologize right now to all her colleagues.
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