Kristian watched other users come and go from the console. So a call-out to the site was made to both unruffle feathers and get to the bottom of the problem. This customer was, however, adamant and understandably very upset.
Other than in the fever dreams of movie makers, computers were not sentient and certainly did not take against specific users. Our hero professed himself a bit confused. High-end lingerie not to be denied, a support call was placed: "The system was a male chauvinist," the complaint went, "and clearly hated her guts."
Electron-to-joule conversion formulae? Cute.Check your bits: What to do when Unix decides to make a hash of your bill printouts.Computer shuts down when foreman leaves the room: Ghost in the machine? Or an all-too-human bit of silliness?.
Fatal Attraction: Lovely collection, really, but it does not belong anywhere near magnetic storage media.The other users did not get the same treatment from HP's finest. Every time she went to the main console (a terminal perched atop the computer and hard disk), the system would abruptly shut down. The boss of the team was convinced that the mysterious beige and grey box had taken a distinct dislike to her.
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