Showing posts with label oddly I don't feel better getting this off my chest. Show all posts
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Thursday, March 27, 2008

Fucking Computers

"That son of a bitch would freeze up in the middle of summer on the equator!"**

I'm not sure how old the computer in my home office is. I do know that it holds digital pictures from Christmas 2002 to the present. Agendas and meeting minutes as far back as 2002. Investment spreadsheets at least seven years old. Quicken records back to 2001.

It is hooked up to two printers but it won't PRINT. When it acts up the only option is to fucking unplug it from the wall. Which happens twice a day. And did I mention it's a desk top? Attached to the godforsaken wall?

I'm not known for self restraint, but trust me when I tell you this; it is taking every ounce of strength I have not to throw this piece of shit out the window.

**Mr. Parker ,"A Christmas Story"