why is it that just because someone works with computers, they’re considered someone to ask for all sorts of computer-related questions? why do i feel the need to say “yes” when people ask me to fix their dirty, rotten, spyware-infected computers? oh, right. i’m a sucker. anyway, i spent seven hours cleaning, installing, re-installling, re-cleaning and installing my father’s girlfriend’s computer in payment for my lovely new bed. still, that doesn’t mean i didn’t hate every second of it. especially when she’s there yapping on about trying to uninstall the popups she was getting. oy. OY, i say!
so, i dreamt that i died last night. at my birthday party, no less. i don’t know how i died, but i there i was, some ghostly version of me while there were still people arriving for the party. for some reason, heather could see and talk to me, so with her help, we went through all my possessions (which seemed to consist mostly of office supplies and condiments) and i told her what to keep for herself, keep for other people and what to get rid of so i didn’t embarrass my parents. very strange. i think it was the motrin i took before bed to take the edge off my body aches.
body aches? yes, i’m a uniform wrangler these days. that means lifting, shifting, packing, taping and moving 50-plus-pound boxes of clothing in a reasonably confined space. needless to say, i’ve been a bit achy when i get home. friday, i took a very hot bath (and then went to work on the aforementioned computer). monday, i took a motrin before leaving work (and then went to work on the aforementioned computer, again). last night, i ate baked doritos and laid on the futon for nearly three full hours before i got up to make soup. unfortunately, i think i tweaked something in my right shoulder yesterday. it’s not so bad this morning, but i’ll have to be careful with it today.
i’m still really tired today. it was pure willpower which got me out of bed this morning. i guess i can’t say i don’t have any of that from now on. anyway, i have something to look forward to tonight: a phone date with my friend jeremy! yay! he’s been one of the casualties of my recent hermitage, and we hardly ever talk without typing, so it’ll be fun to catch up using our voices. double-yay!
I experienced the whole “you know computer stuff” thing last night, too. I spent quite a few minutes with a friend explaining how to use frames. FRAMES. I had to look up the syntax for the frameset tag, because it’s been that long. Who knew that people still used them? Heh.
Good lord, woman. You sure do bitch and moan a lot. Well, I really don’t know about the moaning part but all I hear is whine, whine, whine! *smooch*
Ah, but was I there with bells on? (And what did I get to keep?!)
It seems people at work are always asking me why the computer does X,Y, or Z. And I know about 75% of the time, so I guess there’s a reason, but sheesh, it’s tiring.
On the OTHER hand, I was more annoyed by the whole scenario when I first started working there, at the same time this other guy did, and he was totally useless, they ended up firing him because he was so incompetent. And he really didn’t do much with the computers noteworthy, he and I both understood how to use Windows-based programs intuitively (which to me is like, breathing if they’re decently coded, but seems to be an amazing feat to people over a certain age who didn’t throw themselves into computers). Anyhow, any time the president would have a computer question, a general “anyone know why?” question, he’d go to the guy. Who never had a clue.
It took a while before I started speaking up and fixing things for them. I think their jaws hit the floor the first time. Now I regret it at times. Especially considering how infrequently certain people here clean their keyboards or mouses. *shudder* When the mouse has a BLACK line where the finger rests to click. double *shudder*