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In a mile you'll be feelin' fine.
Dragged my white a** through the sun and the heat with Beck and Ryan to the Mile-high flea market for some bargain hunting. I'm a sucker for a bargain, I must say. Now, normally, flea markets are not electronics friendly, usually offering an assortment of antique crap, that was crap even when it was new. However, luck was with me that day, and I made a reasonable haul.
1 stick of pc133 Sdram, 128Mb : 5$
1 PCI Soundblaster Live! 5.1 sound card: 10$
1 Adaptec PCI SCSI uw/360 controller card: 10$ (may finally get the ftp up now that I can run those drives and my array.)
1 Rackmount Hp 10/base auto-sensing 24 port switch : free
1 pair 2005 issue army combat boots, new: 15$ (not tech, but niftay)
Hells yeah, mateys. Oh, and the Ryan managed to snag a cartridge of Chrono trigger for snes for 5$. Lucky boy. The gameforce out here, the only one with a few copies wants at least 35 for one, without box or instructions.
Now, I'm back at work in the asscrack hours of the dawn, early morning headaches and wankers from the UK calling me for the sheer glee of refusing to listen. Tell you what. You want to call me for troubleshooting, then you're going to ******** listen like only I have the cure. Like my words are the antidote, and if you don't listen, you'll die. Quite frankly, I'm sick of impudent little shits, all trumped up on bullshit "knowledge" of computers, calling me and telling me what they need to do. If you're really so ******** smart about this, then why in the good bloody ******** are you calling me? Why? Oh yeah, because you're actually a ******** incompetent jackass who's done something stupid, and now wants to make it my problem to fix. Half the time, I'm not fixing computers, I'm slapping a digital band-aid on egos and broken senses of self-importance, because you had the sheer balls to attempt to make your problem my problem. No, my job is to help you, to try and solve your issues, or get it to somone else who can. My job is not to stroke your ego, or your c**k, and make you feel better about yourself by giving you, penultimte cubicle worker number 4678923 the highest priority, even though you just can't get all your email. I know it's important for your job that you get all your spam about horny karen, the naughty amateur. I know you need to respond to your newsgroup posting of funny bird pictures with that one with that duck who was just so cute. I know that not having sound greatly impacts your half-life 2 experience. We'll get on that right away. In the meantime, I sure could use a b*****b. I guess you fail to realize that i control exactly how quickly your case gets handled. Maybe you'll get contacted by desktop support in 2 hours. Maybe I'll get angry with you and make it take 6 weeks. Stop ******** about here, and listen, and maybe, I'll be able to fix it in under 10 minutes, and you'll get what you want. I mean, that full rip of Episode III can wait 10 minutes, can it not?
More to come, I'm sure. Life is like that, piling indignity upon indignity. Filling my mind with horrible possibilities of what tortures await me next. The horror. The horror.
6 months, and then I can drink legally. ******** yes.
One month, 7 days, and I'll be chillaxin with the other mods, poolside. Cigarette in one hand, little umbrella drink in the other, convention schwag in a bag upstairs in an air-conditioned hotel room, with gaia fangirls rubbing suntan lotion into my most tender of places with their small, gentle, hands and supple bodies.
Or, you know.. nothing like that at all. I mean.. It may be the succulent girlflesh of the other moderators putting suntan lotion on me. You have to leave the possibilities open. I'll gladly take one for the team.
-Twistex
Coler than you for 20 years, because he was a kickass baby.
 Twistex · Mon May 23, 2005 @ 01:43pm · 1 Comments |
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