Previously, I believed that knowing how to repair and maintain computers was a boon rather than a bane. How wrong I was. Everyone and their Josephus asks me questions about inept crap that really should not be a problem anyway. I mean, it's not their fault, they just have a question, but all of those questions started to accumulate on a little pile of hate in the back of my brain. Now, I've resorted to answering every computer question that I am asked as quickly and as sardonically as possible. Examples:

Someone: Yea, so, when I got my computer from Gateway they didn't have it hooked up right. The power thing was, like, connected on the outside but not on the inside.
Me: Yea, sure, whatever. You're probably just stupid.

Someone Else: So my computer started doing all thse weird things last night. It's totally possessed by the Devil.
Me: Nothing's infected by, uh, whatever. Shut up.

The second dialogue is pretty telling since I didn't even bother to listen to the second half of her statement closely enough to be able to reproduce it. So, anyway, thanks to this burn out I'll probably never be able to work a repair job at, say, CompUSA. On second thought, maybe it's for the best.

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