Not my most dignified moment this week:
The chatbot asked me to explain the problem and immediately sent three articles about a different problem.
“Did that solve it?”
No.
It apologised and asked me to explain it again. I typed slowly enough to qualify as engraving. It sent the same three articles in a different order.
By the fourth apology, I was crouched over the keyboard like a bomb technician trying to disarm the word “refund”.
“Did that solve it?”
No, you decorative little fuck.
It has apologised nine times and understood none of them.
It is ready for management.
Not my most dignified moment this week:
The chatbot asked me to explain the problem and immediately sent three articles about a different problem.
“Did that solve it?”
No.
It apologised and asked me to explain it again. I typed slowly enough to qualify as engraving. It sent the same three articles in a different order.
By the fourth apology, I was crouched over the keyboard like a bomb technician trying to disarm the word “refund”.
“Did that solve it?”
No, you decorative little fuck.
It has apologised nine times and understood none of them.
It is ready for management.