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I hate computers.
Seems like an odd statement from someone who pretty much constantly sits in front of one, but let me qualify my statement.
I hate computers because they're complicated. There's absolutely no denying this, even those of us who hold degrees with the word 'computer' written on it know this. That's not a problem to me. Sure, I don't know everything about them, but I know more than most people. And 'most people' only know they're big machines that you use to find porn. It's because of these people I hate computers. They always manage to do something stupid to break them, and it's always up to ME to fix their inept mistakes. Of course, all my friends and family know that I'm not unskilled in dealing with computers, and I get to play repairman, diagnostician and tech support hotline. And I am burned the fuck out.
I'm sitting here, trying to think of ways to get out of going to some birthday party tomorrow for someone on my step-mom's side of the family, because I won't be going to the party to party. I'm going to fix a computer. I wouldn't even be fucking invited otherwise. Which is FINE. I'm not mad about that, I'm not pouting because I'm not invited. I'm mad because the only reason I'm going is to work on a damn computer.
Apparently someone 'deleted some files' and now the computer 'says something'. Which I'm interpreting to mean some dumbfuck deleted system files and now the computer won't boot. I wish I could go there, throw the computer out the window and tell them they don't meet the minimum IQ requirements to own a computer.
Seriously, I'm going to start saying no to people. You need a computer fixed? Too bad, I don't do that shit anymore. Take it to Best Buy and let them clean out your spyware. I just don't care anymore.
Seems like an odd statement from someone who pretty much constantly sits in front of one, but let me qualify my statement.
I hate computers because they're complicated. There's absolutely no denying this, even those of us who hold degrees with the word 'computer' written on it know this. That's not a problem to me. Sure, I don't know everything about them, but I know more than most people. And 'most people' only know they're big machines that you use to find porn. It's because of these people I hate computers. They always manage to do something stupid to break them, and it's always up to ME to fix their inept mistakes. Of course, all my friends and family know that I'm not unskilled in dealing with computers, and I get to play repairman, diagnostician and tech support hotline. And I am burned the fuck out.
I'm sitting here, trying to think of ways to get out of going to some birthday party tomorrow for someone on my step-mom's side of the family, because I won't be going to the party to party. I'm going to fix a computer. I wouldn't even be fucking invited otherwise. Which is FINE. I'm not mad about that, I'm not pouting because I'm not invited. I'm mad because the only reason I'm going is to work on a damn computer.
Apparently someone 'deleted some files' and now the computer 'says something'. Which I'm interpreting to mean some dumbfuck deleted system files and now the computer won't boot. I wish I could go there, throw the computer out the window and tell them they don't meet the minimum IQ requirements to own a computer.
Seriously, I'm going to start saying no to people. You need a computer fixed? Too bad, I don't do that shit anymore. Take it to Best Buy and let them clean out your spyware. I just don't care anymore.