| Mar 5,1997 | |||||||||||||||
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| Hi Mom | |
6:24 pm
I've got the Tech-cam working.
Now the world may once again gape at the amazing stunts performed by
technical support peons. ("Agents" they're called at Symantec). Mostly you
can look at me because the web cam server is sitting next to my desk and
it's not going anywhere. So watch me eat. Go ahead. SEE us scratch our
heads in confusion. SEE me sit in un-ergonomic positions.
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| ioihoihoijbkjb | |
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I really want to get out of tech. I hate talking to these people. I HATE
it. It's not their fault. But talking with them and helping them through
their problems makes my head hurt. It's the distance. I have to use their
eyes and their hands to do things. And they are sooooo unfamiliar with the
places we have to go and the things we need to do. When it takes EIGHT
MINUTES to get someone to click on an "Okay" button your head starts
to smolder and ashes start falling out of your ears as you incinerate
three hundred thousand brain cells in repulsion. Fuck. I am helping the
type of people who called me a nerd in high school because I liked reading
about computers. Of course, they are all matured and grown up, but they
still don't know anything about computers. And now they suddenly want to
use them.
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| Crazing | |
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