Tales about my coworker
My coworker just asked how to turn a bit of text on Word into a link to an outside webpage. "There's probably a button," I said. "Where?" she said. "I have no idea," I said, and she found it herself, and opened up the dialogue box, and I pointed to the little empty field marked ADDRESS.
"Put in the address," I said.
"Well—I just want it to go to the Hawkeye webpage."
"Put in the Hawkeye webpage, then," I said.
"Well—can't it just—I don't know what the address is."
"Open up that other window."
"But this is the one I want to go to the page."
Earlier her husband was in here to listen to some voicemail.
"How do I get to that saved voicemail?" she said.
"You push the button," he said.
"—Oh."
"Put in the address," I said.
"Well—I just want it to go to the Hawkeye webpage."
"Put in the Hawkeye webpage, then," I said.
"Well—can't it just—I don't know what the address is."
"Open up that other window."
"But this is the one I want to go to the page."
Earlier her husband was in here to listen to some voicemail.
"How do I get to that saved voicemail?" she said.
"You push the button," he said.
"—Oh."
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