I need a price check on my sanity....

So there are a few things in my life that irritate the crap out of me… Work is one of them. I dream of being paid to be me… I’d like being able to just go around take pictures, set my own schedule. Does anyone know where I can find someone rich that wants to support my photography habit and me?

So anyway, that dream is a little bit out of my reach for now, so… I guess I just have these little stories to share as I move slowly, and by slowly I mean at a complete stop towards this dream…

Being a technical support agent is both mind-numbing and hysterical… but only because the job drives you to drink… That’s when it becomes funny...Our motto “Drink till you can’t feel what’s wrong.”

This is just one customer experience, I’m pretty sure there will be more.

It’s really bad when you have customers whose chairs are smarter than they are.

Example 1: The customer moved a folder from his My Documents to his Desktop.... So what's different?

This is what a path file location might look like...

C:/Documents and Settings/Jennie/My Documents/FastTax/ Jennie.tax

C:/Desktop/FastTax/Jennie.tax They have different FILE paths...

::bangs head against desk::

A program has to follow a certain file path. if you MOVE the folder that the program is used to following the computer goes "Wha? Where did it go? It’s gone!”::gasp::

Then it gives you an error message. In order to FIX that, you must tell the program, where the new file location is, by opening it....

Analogy I gave the Customer...

Your front door, you walk out it the same way every time.

One day you decide that you don't like where your front door is, so you remodel your house and move the location of your door and fill in the old spot with a wall.

So then that One day you forget you moved the door and go to walk out it where it used to be, but you cant, instead you walk face first into a wall... You say ouch, and your brain goes "oh, you moved the door, where did you move it" and then you tell your body to go where the new door is and you are able to exit your house.

He STILL did not understand the concept.......

I was telling a friend of this and he said, "Scares you to continue living, huh? For fear they might "infect" you ... as in "28 days later'"

To which my finally words are....

Get it off get it off its sucking my will to live! (Thank you Waynes world... Thank you Garth)