Bad computer men
I have to type this entry on Roger’s laptop that he left at my apartment last weekend because I got this email on my office computer this morning that said Swanky items for your impeccable style! and I thought it was my Love and Pride catalog or maybe from Rigged Outfitters but it wasn’t. It was a virus email that infected my workstation and now all it does is make whirring noises real loud and make the screen blink with little green and blue squares all the time and I totally can’t log in.
I guess I should have filed a ticket in the stupid system to get my machine fixed but since I couldn’t log in I had to get up and walk all the way through the cube farm to one of the computer men who work at my company and tell them what was wrong. He asked me all kinds of questions about what I was doing when it (the computer) quit working and I tried to hide that I double clicked a email but he kept asking all these questions and getting more and more sarcastic until finally I had to tell him I had opened an email that said Swanky items for your impeccable style and he made fun of me lots for doing that. I was so ashamed and mad that he was making fun of me that I just walked back to my cube and found Roger’s laptop in my backpack (I carryed it around with me because I didn’t want the landlady to find it at my apartment and steal it because I think she always comes into my place when I’m at work and goes through my things) and started typing this blog.
Sorry, I just got interuppted by another computer man who came in and I had to shut Roger’s laptop real fast. He came and took my whole computer away to wherever it is they take broke computers to fix it. He told me that anything I had on my desktop would get deleted which made me frustrated since I have lots of bookmarks and photos on my computer from things I did and whatever. I asked why they couldn’t save the bookmarks and photos and the computer man made a laugh that sounded like a snort and rolled his eyes and said It’s a business computer not your computer Batt and that made my face get red and then he laughed at me some more and took my keyboard and mouse too.
So now I have to work at home all weekend or my boss will yell at me and make me feel stupid on Monday. GOD!







You’re a dirty, gay turk!