Once again, for what seems like forever, I have been working through the night fixing computers. Puters that I didn't fuck up to start with.
I don't actually mind that much, it is my vocation, and I don't care about the fact that I didn't fuck it up to start with.
That's ok - people fuck-up. I'm happy drinking the entire output of Columbian coffee and keeping Phillip and his Morris dancers in employment, whilst I untangle the spaghetti-overload of someone else's incompetence.
What really fucking annoys me, is when the peeps say something like :-
"Oh that's nice, it works again"
NICE? I'LL GIVE YOU FUCKING NICE - OF COURSE THE BASTARD THING WORKS - AS I SPENT THE ENTIRE NIGHT FIXING YOUR FUCKUPS - I think
"Yes, it works again" I say but, occassionally, a 'thankyou' would be nice.......
A word to the wise.... be nice to 'techies', and watch how fast your system gets fixed - treat them like a piece of shit and look forward to the key phrase
"Aw shit - it broke....."
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I have a good mate who sorts out any problems I may have.......I pay him in RIOJA !!
BTW, quiz time!
You're talking to the converted. I genuflect to techies.
When a conversation starts like this "Oh, hello Keith. You good with computers aren't you? Now, I was just wondering......."
At that point I suddenly remember that I have an urgent appointment with the nit nurse, make my apologies, put the phone down and piss off down to the pub quick.
Aw Goth, if you fixed my computer, you'd not only get a Thank you, you'd also get a big smooch on the cheek! I appreciate a techie like you cant belive!
Goth my man I would so bake you cookies if you fixed up my mistakes.
And I'd buy you a bottle of your favorite.
Goth, you have a worthy occupation. I appreciate what you do and you haven't even helped me.
I have my exclusive tech guru on site. It's handy if you need a quick defrag in the middle of the night.
I pretty much view techies as Gods, and thank them effusively! I think we should erect statues in their name and burn incense and sacrifice goats at the base of them.
What really hacks me off with being a techie is that nobody calls you on a Friday at 4.30 and says 'nice job Tom, everything has been hunky-dory all week - let me get you roaring drunk'. Nope, it's 'why do you all hate me? I'm busy/important/both and you're ruining my life because I can't print'.
I know, I get paid to do it - but if you need counselling, it's going to be (a lot) extra.
JG -> alcohol is always a valid currency
Pat -> we have our uses
Keith -> I especially like the 'it has to fixed today - matter of life and death' at 4pm on a Friday afternoon. So you fix it and then go looking for them and they've fucked off home for the weekend already - grrrrrr
Stacie -> kisses are also valid currency :)
Kimmy -> cookies too
GB -> don't know if it's worthy but I prefer it to sawing peoples legs off or whatever doctors do
Daphne -> the dreaded defrag - don't do it.....
Princess -> don't think I'd like a statue - pigeons poo on your head
Tom -> I usually find the girls do come to say thanks and levae gifts on my desk if I ever have to visit an office
Does this sound familiar?
"It's ok, there was no need for you to spend all day fixing it, because as soon as you finished, it burst into life all by itself."
Spooky, innit?
Mr Farty -> Sadly, that does indeed sound familiar
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