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'98 '98 '98 '98
There were gasps and groans when Isaac Lerner concluded the Wednesday business meeting with the announcement that they would be switching their operating system over to Microsoft Windows '98. Isaac did his best to assure everyone that he'd hired two professionals, two people that would assist them in the transition from the old operating system to the new.
"Good God, Isaac, I finally learned how to use DOS," Alvin White grumbled.
Isaac pursed his lips, looking at the fifty year old man. Alvin had been hired by Solomon, Isaac's father and was currently the oldest employee of the company. Alvin had also been there the longest; he'd just passed twenty seven years with the company. If Isaac had it his way, he would have bounced Alvin out of the doors on his first week after Sol's fatal heart attack.
The Monday after the announcement, employees came into the office to see knew keyboards in front of their CRTs and an odd looking device sitting on a foam rubber pad. Isaac was standing with one smiling young black woman and a sneering scrawny pimple-faced white man standing just to his left.
"What, what is this?" more than one employee asked, looking at the surface of their work area.
"Welcome to Windows ninety eight," Isaac said. "Windows has a specialized keyboard and mouse..."
"Mouse?" one woman squealed.
"No, no; the mouse is that device on your desk," the black woman hurried to assure the frightened woman.
Isaac introduced the sneering young man. He then pointed to the black woman, introducing her as Dafina Sullivan. Alvin pursed his lips in disapproval; Isaac should have introduced the young woman first. But Isaac was a horrible misogynist and racist.
The young man was dressed in wrinkled trousers and pullover shirt and tennis shoes. Alvin smirked; the shoes were fastened by Velcro straps. Dafina, however, was dressed in a knee-length skirt of burgundy with a cream colored buttoned blouse. Her black oxfords had a nice shine to them and Alvin was sure her milk chocolate legs were encased in pantyhose.
Her hair was in a tight looking afro, her round face had a hint of cosmetics and her lipstick matched her skirt's rich burgundy color. He especially liked the way her round breasts stretched her top.
Sitting at his desk, Alvin again adjusted his chair. The chair was twelve years old and the locking mechanism no longer held the seat at the correct height. It would hold it in place for an hour or two, then would slowly ease down, minute by minute until the seat rested firmly on the base. Isaac kept promising a new chair but so far had not delivered that new chair.
Nudging the keyboard caused his computer monitor to spring to life. Alvin looked at the odd screen and wondered where the DOS directory was. He knew how to navigate the MS-DOS files, was comfortable with the old operating system.
The young man came over and tried to give Alvin a rapid-fire tutorial on Windows keys. Apparently, Alvin's questions irritated the young man and he repeated the information twice as fast without explaining anything.
"Look, just drag the mouse over to the icon. The icon. Look at the screen. The icon," the young man snapped, jabbing the computer monitor with his bony finger.
When Alvin picked up the mouse, after the young man impatiently slapped the new device and put the mouse directly onto the indicated icon, the young man declared that Alvin was too old and feeble to learn anything. The young man moved on to the next victim, muttering something about 'Baby Boomers.'
"Its okay, Sweetie," Dafina murmured, leaning over Alvin's back, pressing her heavy breasts directly against Alvin's back.
She took Alvin's right hand into her hand, guiding the mouse across the mouse pad. Alvin watched as a white arrow moved across the screen.
"Just bring the cursor up to..." Dafina murmured warmly into Alvin's ear.
"Right now? I'm the curser," Alvin muttered darkly.
Her giggle was soft, melodic. Her left hand rested warmly on his left shoulder as she put the white arrow over the Quickens logo. She then indicated which was the right 'click' and which was the left 'click' buttons on the mouse.
"Twice with the left mouse button will open the program," she murmured into his ear. "Ooor, you can right click and the menu will drop down. Use your arrow up and down keys, right there, on your keyboard to select open and..."
"Now, why didn't that young pup explain any of this?" Alvin asked.
"Too much coffee?" Dafina suggested, giving his shoulder an affectionate squeeze. "Now, up here? See that 'X' right there? Click, left click and it will close."
She had him demonstrate a few times, then gave him a dazzling smile. Her right hand hovered over his right hand, her left hand alternated between resting on his shoulder and delivering little squeezes to his shoulder.
"Okay, the Windows key? Right here? Bottom of your keyboard? Press it and... There is the list of all the programs loaded onto your computer," Dafina said, dragging her breasts against his back as she now leaned over his left shoulder. "Use the arrow keys, just go up and down and see what you got. You use the right arrow key? It'll show you what files are available under each of the programs. Think you can handle it for now? I need to see who else might be needing some assistance, okay?"
She again delivered a soft squeeze to his shoulder and moved on to the next cubicle. Alvin arrowed up and down the 'Start' menu. He even hummed the Rolling Stones tune 'Start Me Up' that played on the television commercials for Windows '95. Arrowing to the right did display the names of files under each program; most of the titles didn't make much sense but Alvin was sure, in time he would learn to decipher their mysteries. He was afraid to click on the wrong icon, afraid to open the wrong program. But, slowly, he labored through the keys on the new keyboard, carefully noting what each keystroke did.
"There you go," Dafina encouraged as Alvin even braved opening a few of the files.
"What kind of after shave you got on?" she asked, again leaning over to show him another technique.
"Kanon." Alvin said, twisting to look at her brown face.
"Mm," she purred her approval, her deep chocolate eyes looking into his tired brown eyes.
Her afro tickled his nose and he wrinkled his face. She smiled another dazzling smile, gave his shoulder a soft squeeze, then dragged her breasts across his back as she then moved on to the next person. Alvin continued to labor through the odd array of programs and files.
"They said playing Solitaire on the computer will help with your mouse skills," Alvin heard someone say as he ate his turkey and Swiss on rye bread.
"Yeah, I'm so sure Isaac will go for that; us playing games," another coworker scoffed.
The consensus seemed pretty evenly split among the coworkers in the lunch room. Some of them disliked the young man, disliked his arrogant attitude. The other half disliked the little Negro, resented having a woman showing them anything. Nearly all found the new operating system confusing.
