I did not make it, no way with that nomenclature, but there it sits, on my desktop taking up estate space I need for my own folders and files, neatly arranged.
Checking the properties I can see that…oh of course it was him, the assistant to the business manager, Marty Bumpkins, a guy who refuses to learn what computers can actually do and keeps his digital junk in scattered swathes all over the shared file system.
“S:\Finance\ADMIN\MBumkpins holiday Snaps? Marty you want to explain why photos of you, Cancun and a lot of sand are lodged next to payroll?” I can hear the Business Manager, Jerry Shambles, query with a sigh.
“I’m not good with computers,” Marty says aloud dismissing criticism with one easy phrase, (he thinks this trick works but none of us agree and we eye roll a damacy).
This is not my file on my desktop and I do not care, I am not even Marty Bumpkins, and this is the only way to learn, so I know exactly where this gets stored and drag it to oblivion.