Seriously, fuck this place. This is the third time I’ve gotten jury summons, and the second time within the last six months. Whatever happened to the rule of three years? Can I at least get one calendar year without getting one of these wet blankets in the mail?
You know what though, instead of ranting again about how much this sucks and pisses me off, it turns out that the last one I wrote is still pretty much spot on how I feel about this one too.
Probably because it was only six months ago.
I had a bad day yesterday. The irony in that statement is the fact that the day was neither good nor bad until I decided to go do a good deed, only for just about everything about it to blow up in my face and effectively make me feel that the day was now a bad one.
Seriously, from a supposedly “shouldn’t take too long” task ending up taking close to two hours of my life I’ll always feel to have been permanently wasted, which then put me into the perfect time frame to be in teeth of Atlanta’s perpetually idiotic Interstate 20-related traffic nightmare, all while it was raining; can we cut it out with the fucking rain, world? I think we get the point that global warming or whatever weather-related scientific downfall was all our fault, and that we’re subject to spontaneous shit weather, but enough of the rain.
One thing that often baffles me is just how poorly people treat their computers. It’s like when you sit down at someone else’s machine, and see that the desktop is completely filled with incomprehensible clutter, and the system tray icon has like 16 icons of running applications or utilities that aren’t actively being used. And then they’re asking you what’s wrong with their machine.
Obviously, I’m not an IT guy, or someone who’s really that great with the general operations of a computer. But I do know how to do clean installations, and understand that pre-made computers come loaded to the brim with unnecessary bloatware and egregious bullshit applications that don’t really need to be on them. Needless to say, I’ve done quite a number of clean installations for my own machines as well as the machines of pretty much everyone in my family. What happens to these machines once they’re out of my hands is basically, the will of god or whatever deity sounds like the best to reference.
One of the worst phone calls I could ever get is whenever either of my parents call me up whenever they’re having computer problems. Seriously, I think I’d rather have jury duty over having to deal with the computer problems that my parents encounter, because at least while I’m waiting to get called up, I can usually get a very good amount of quality reading time in the process, and it’s something that has a definitive ending to it. My parents’ computer problems? The endings are vague, future uncertain, and it’s only a matter of time before something else occurs.
Today, I get word that my mom’s computer isn’t working. “User Profile Service failed the logon” error, which probably means that something has genuinely fucked with the system registry. In a perfect world, the remedy is as simple as F8ing at the system start up and starting up Windows with the last known working settings, but I’d bet my lunch money that the result of this whole issue is one of those weird Korean* virus/malwares that leech themselves to unsuspecting users from all the random Korean websites that my mom is enamored by. Honestly though, trying to talk my computer illiterate mother into hitting F8 at the appropriate time during the startup itself, I’m banking on being about as difficult as painting the Sistine Chapel.
*Fuck you, Korea. Why the fuck do your stupid fucking websites all have so much fucking malware on them in the first place?
It really sucks, and I do not look forward to having to deal with this. I’ve told my mom countless times to be careful of what sites to go to, and to not download anything at all from emails unless it’s 100% from a genuine source, but it’s pretty much like telling a kleptomaniac to not steal anything, it’s just not going to happen. It’s also not as if my mom’s going to completely abstain from going to Korean websites, which is pretty much all she does day and night when she’s not working these days, so dealing with issues like this is somewhat inevitable.
The bottom line is that it’s exasperating to see how people treat the computers I set up for them. I don’t set these machines up very differently than how I set my own up machines, and I like to believe that my personal computers are pretty clean and not too heavily spammed up by malware and bullshit. It just feels like a slight metaphorical slap in the face when the users of these machines don’t do the most very common and no-brainer of simple things like running and actually installing Windows updates or periodic virus scans, and then their machines becomes vulnerable to the hourly-evolving threats of the internet, and then they come whining to me when shit goes bad, and expect me to fix everything.
I have a lot of admiration for those who do this kind of shit for a living, because I sure as shit hate computers that aren’t mine. But at least they get paid for it, whereas I’m expected to do it under the guise of “family obligation.”
This post helps if you imagine it being yelled to you by Bernie Mac (R.I.P.)
What is WRONG with you motherfuckers that can’t seem to grasp this idea?
I don’t understand men who think it’s perfectly adequate to flush the commode before or during their urination, and then walk away afterward, often times leaving a bowl full of piss behind them. The fuck is wrong with you people?
Flush the fucking toilet after you use it. It’s as simple as that. It doesn’t matter if you flushed it before you used it, flush it again after you used it. It’s not calculus, it’s not even fucking math. It’s a simple concept of disposing of your waste for the sanitation and consideration of others. I will never understand why there are people who can’t seem to grasp this very simple concept.
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I know it’s all over the news lately, but I just felt like saying a little something about the whole New York bikers story that provoked an altercation that led to a person getting run over and paralyzed and a man beaten viciously in front of wife and daughter.
The bikers in question, in every way, shape and form, are fucked. The only injustice that can come out of this whole situation is if the driver of the Range Rover is charged with absolutely anything, or has to pay a single dime.
I’m not much of a credit card user. It’s part of how I generally remain impervious to credit card debt, because I sparsely use them. That being said, I still have a few lines of credit here and there and one actual credit card for general use. And for the last 13 years, it’s been a Capital One credit card, because they were the smart company that capitalized on the recent high school graduates and gave them all offers for (most of) their first credit cards.
Naturally, being the financially reckless teenager I was back then, I took them up on it, and I got my very first credit card with a fairly decent interest rate, and a paltry $200 limit. A year later, it was without warning bumped up to a $500 limit, and it couldn’t have happened at a better time then, because I in a relationship and wanted to have the financial flexibility to indulge for two. Eventually my limit was bumped to $2,000, and that’s where it’s remained since.
I maxed it out and paid it off, and since then it’s been nothing more than a rainy day fallback, and a resource to secure hotel rooms and car rentals. Every time I use it, I pay it off in full, and I haven’t paid interest on anything with it in about five years. Needless to say, I’m somewhat of a model of intelligent credit card use, if I say so myself.
It should come as no surprise, but I’m very much a creature of habit. Repetition doesn’t really faze me like it fazes others, and I can go numerous periods of time eating the same things, doing the same activities and seeing the same programs for probably more than the average person does. I like routine, and I like there to be some degree of normalcy and repetition in my life; it’s comforting, effortless, and once engrained, simply a part of daily living. Maybe this is to say that I’ve got a facet of my brain that’s possibly autistic or at least obsessive-compulsive, due to this desire for routines and repetition.
This is no more obvious than the fact that I’m bothered probably way more than I should be when things nudge me off my routine or my expected courses of actions. Whether it’s another person’s complete lack of spatial awareness that causes them to aimlessly walk and consume space which encroaches on my line, or a person that coincidentally happens to be at the workout station that I was planning on using next, and I’ve already accomplished all my other lifts, people that disrupt my rhythm aggravate the ever living shit out of me.
But the worst of all perpetrators to me are the people that insist on taking the parking space that I’ve been trying to park in consistently for almost three years now. It is evident now that my preferred parking space is clearly the most valuable parking space in the entire fucking lot, based on how many people insist on having it now. But seriously, my days become monumental emotional uphill battles on mornings in which I can’t get my parking spot. Nothing infuriates me worse or faster than seeing that some motherfucker has gotten to it before I did, and I feel nothing but unadulterated anger for the few minutes it takes me to find another not-as-adequate-but-passable parking space.
