3/4/05 10:43 PM
"My Newest Job"
You bitched, so I came back. The site has been in my mind every day, it's just been a bitch finding the time. I am going to go into a general description of my job to try and make you all understand why I have been trying to just not slit my wrists.
I can't really tell you where I work, but I can tell you what I do. I fix computers and trouble shoot everything that goes wrong in the store. There is one reason the job sucks, people.
We sell new computers and laptops. They range from cheap piece of shit I wouldn't recommend to anyone, to high end gaming machines. Interestingly enough, no one is interested in any of the good computers. If the entire package costs more then 500 dollars, and doesn't have a printer you can count them out.
I've learned one thing at my job that I am going to take with me for the rest of my life: When people talk to you about something they don't understand they get very angry for no reason. We aren't really allowed to ask the people to leave, or to tell them to go fuck themselves with a broken bottle. We really can't even make them feel bad for being retarded. It can get rather frustrating with with the people who say things like:
"Can I get one of those Trojan Horses installed on my computer?"
Because any part of the story of the fall of Troy makes me believe that lending the name of that city to anything would ever make it positive.
"Which one of these is the best to download porn with?"
You know, I was uncomfortable enough with your fat, greasy, smelly ass next to me in the first place, now you have forced an image of you struggling to lift the rolls of fat up to jack yourself off in my head. There are three images that will never leave my mind, ever, and that just made it. Thanks.
"Will this melt if I leave it in the rain?"
I can't honestly answer your question. I would assume that the answer is no, but to tell you the truth I have never exposed electronics to a liquid long enough to see if they would melt.
"My small business will make money with this, right?"
Because if you think that buying the bargain basement priced piece of shit that we have been trying to unload for two years is going to make you the next Bill Gates you clearly have no hopes in the business world.
The other thing that I have learned is that people get very attached to their virus infested computers. I feel like I am a retard handler every day of the fucking week. People come in and look blankly at me with what was once a working computer. They don't know if it was installing all that trial software they read about in popup ads, or if it was that email that they opened from someone they didn't know, either way it has now been reduced to a lump of plastic.
I have come to terms with my job and what we charge. It isn't expensive, you are paying a tax for being a fucking idiot. We should sell lotto tickets too. It isn't really that the people who are bringing in broken computers did anything wrong, they are just incapable of doing anything right. High School ended several years ago, they are done learning for their lives. They have a dead end job with no chance of advancement and they like it that way. The walls are small and cozy in that cubical and change is far far away.
I once stapled my hand six times to get out of a study hall in high school. It produced a surprising lack of blood. Every time that I talk to a customer I think of some why to impose some kind of injury on myself to leave. If only I had a nail gun or something.