dodraibeid

Holy Mary Mother of God! My last night on the 13 hour shift has made me want to drive a ten inch spike through my head. Everything broke, but only for people who describe a modem as "the box with the blinkerlights on it." I try not to be a computer snob, but if you've owned your computer for three goddamned years, LEARN HOW TO WORK THE MOTHERFUCKER!
There's a difference between ignorance and stupidity. I can fix ignorance. I cannot fix stupidity, try as I might. So if you ever find yourself looking at a screen that says "Congratulations! You have successfully entered all of the settings properly! Click finish to close this window and use the program.", and you need to ask youself (or someone else) what to do next, jump off of a bridge or something, because it's aqll down hill from there.

More bitching about work, unrelated to the job itself...

So, I'm convinced that the building in which I work is a swirling vortex of death. I have had nine, count 'em, nine coworkers die in the last 8 months. There have been two deaths in front of the building in the last four. Five months ago, a good friend of mine died at his desk. The causes go from cancer, to heart attacks, to one poor woman, whose son shot her in the head. Last week, one of my coworkers was in a car wreck. I just found out today. Now granted, I couldn't stand the guy, and I know it's horrible, but I can't say as I'll miss him. But the guy had a wife and kids and brothers and sisters and other family and stuff, and I'm sure it sucks for them. Mortality really, really is a bitch.

So anyway, yeah. There's that. Work. Death. Bah humbug.