Anyone have a drill?
Cause I need a hole in my head.
About as bad as I need another flopping idiot to bitch at me about a dozen virus pop-ups on their computer because they were the krumpetting retard who opened the obviously-bad file attachment on the obviously-suspicious email...
Oh and then there's the rather sweet lady who comes in and dumps her (personal) brand new Dell PC on my desk and says "I've had it three months and it takes ten minutes to start up" then after I start it, I find over 1500 spyware, most of which I've been able to remove (after four eye-searing hours)
Oh and then Kaytana calls me and I'm trying to talk to her because I really need her soothing voice except some idiot almost runs her off the road then some idiot customer calls up and needs my assistance with his fishmunching problem where his computer's too old to work correctly with my company's software but he absotively posilutely needs to finish a tax return and can't because when he tries to print 12 pages, only the top 1/3rd of the page prints...
*takes a deep breath*
And yesterday I wasted yet another day off from work with a migraine...
And Saturday the video card in my 'main' computer at home died, so I've pretty much been doing everything (writing, email, chatting, WoW) off my laptop (which is really not conducive to WoW'ing) and the candlemelting manufacturer doesn't have any contact information on their website that's anywhere near the continental US...
*takes another deep breath*
Oh and I get told by a Certain Family Member that not only do we have not much food in the cupboards, but that the water bill needs to be paid, and is two months delinquent...
*stops talking to pitstop and listen to manager ask for assistance with client stupidity*
Small wonder I'm really looking forward to my late April Texas vacation... -after- I get my Tax Refund.
/hands you a Guinness
Book of World Records? Hmm, they're heavy, if I hang it high enough it might hurt...
I don't drink. :-?
It was three years ago; at a military entrance processing station. This was before the war. The military was booming. We saw 50 to 80 new people a day. And sitting at the back big desk in charge of the medical section sits ...
duh duh DUH!!! (that was musicto add to the mood)
Dr. Goncharoff. (Dr G for short); the man who decides who is fit and who is fat. The retied ex airforce medical doctor retired ex PFC from World War II; the man with a plan, the man who actually served under Gen Patton in the Desert yes none other than the venerable (that menas old as dirt) Dr. G.
-- Camera Pans out showing a 75 yr old russian sitting at his desk with an old dirty medical coat on and a bewildered expression on his face --
the phone rings and I pick up .. "Good Morning Seattle MEPS Mr Reese speaking may I help you sir or maam?"
"Reese, this is Dr. G come into my office and be quiet about it."
Puzzled mby the misterious phone call I quietly got up from my office and went to my CMOs offcie. "Sir?"
"close the door" he responded briskly. "Do you have a key to my office?"
"no sir .." "why? I think only the commander and the janitors"
"I think someone is comming in late at night at fucking with my computer."
"Let me take a look ... what is wrong"
"Nothing really" he explains.....
"Then why the concearn?" I ask still puzzled
"Well every morning when I come in someone as turned off my computer. I swear I left it on last night with my high score on Solitair up" (no kidding this is in all seriousness to the old man) "I think someone is comming in late at night and trying to hack my computer."
"So what your saying is you left on Solitair at end of work and the next day the screen is off?"
"Yes" He responds almost af it was a matter of national security.
In a blazingly swift motion i Leaped into his computer chair and Retorted " I can fix this......" AND BOOM LIKE A COMPUTER NETWORKING FOOLZ I FIXED HIS COMPUTER DELIMA!!! I also moved the mouse left to right.
And like clock work 4 seconds after I moved the mouse around the power down function and screen saver poped off and up came the Solitair.
"You did it" He screamed with the glee and joy of a 4 year old child. But then my conscience took over. I could not take creadit for this; Although in his mind I was indeed a God, I had to tell him the truth ...
"Well you see, Dr G.... this is what they call a screen saver. After a computer has been out of use for over a 3 hour duration ............................" I am sure you know how this ends.
As you can see, dont think of it as a irritating hassle, think of it is something you can make fun of a long time from now.
(Kind of like that time I was helping a new user with setting up her Mac, and she kept getting blinded by the mouse... because she had it upside down)
In happy turn-around news, I have a date this weekend.
Texas Vacation, here I come!
I don't drink.
You should. If I worked in computer tech support, I certainly fucking would. A lot.
MileronI don't drink.
You should. If I worked in computer tech support, I certainly fucking would. A lot.
Interestingly enough, my last job (which was computer tech support) the entire department rode me every Friday about going out and drinking.
(As a related aside, I went to two weddings while I was there. Had a sip of champagne... And ended up in the bathroom 20 minutes later.)
My brother and sister both ask me to buy them booze. (even though they're both over 21). I tell them to go f themselves.
I spoke for a very brief time with a girl whose contact info I got from Y!Personals, and she told me that because I don't drink or do drugs, that I am not living my life to the fullest it can be lived.
I detest drinking. I hate the taste. If I wanted to ingest liquid sawdust, I'd eat lima beans or brussel sprouts. I walk past the Blood offerer in Church on Sundays (I'm Catholic) and can't help but turn away, stomach churning, from the stench of the wine.
I also have a fear (probably my biggest) of losing control. That is, if I'm being affected by something where I'm not in complete control of my faculties, I hate it. Scared to death of it. It's one reason I hate having a migraine - because I'm being forced to rest and endure pain, til it goes away. It's also why I hate the meds they gave me (which make me sick as a dog).
I also know what I bottle up inside. And since drinking tends to cause people to let things go, or let things 'slip'... It'd probably be safer for all around me if they didn't 'slip'.