Monday, July 28, 2008

Back Online

I'm back. Because I was using the lovely scheduling feature that Blogger has finally given us, you're just now finding out I've been without a computer for several days. THE TORTURE! I was just finding Twitter!

But Dell sent a tech out, who gave me a new motherboard, and more memory. I wish they'd install some in my head. Though not by the tech they sent out today. Ugh.

I've had some good luck with Dell. Usually my tech is fast, quiet and pretty easy on the eyes. Rare in IT, I think. The guy that came today was a piece of work. First off, he was an hour late. Not cool, dude. I'm a mom, I got shit to do, you know? (I'm also all ghetto now, apparently.)

He was a huge, sweaty man, which I don't object to on principle. I married a mechanic, didn't I? But he kept using swear words in front of my kids, took personal calls (but yammered at me the whole time I received a call!) and oh yes, kept calling things "gay" and "retarded." I hate that.

Here's the thing. I firmly believe the use of "gay" as a pejorative term is ridiculous. I used to question my students when they used that term, "So, are you saying being gay is bad?" Mostly, they backed down from that. But it still makes me want to scream, "YOU ARE IMPLYING THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG OR BAD ABOUT BEING GAY AND THERE ISN'T, YOU STUPID FUCKTARD!!!!!!"

I don't like the term retarded either, but mostly because I worked so closely with the families of challenged children and saw the discomfort that term caused, even used in a clinical setting. (I am in love with the term, "fucktard," however.) So Mr. Dell Tech was sort of working my last nerve. He did want to buy my fridge. I may trade it to him for a mirrored hard drive plus installation. It depends on if I have to be here when he arrives. I'm kidding. I'll never get rid of that fridge.

But whatever the ordeal, my computer has been fixed and I, for one, a doing a happy, happy dance.

7 comments:

Andrea said...

YAY!!! Glad everythings up and running again.

Midwest Mommy said...

How rude! (not meant to sound like Stephanie Tanner :-)

Seriously that is just wrong on so many levels...so unprofessional.

David Dust said...

I hear the members of the Fucktard Nation are now boycotting your blog because of your hate speech. You should be careful - fucktards can be mean!

BTW - You get angry at the most retarded and gay stuff...

XOXOXOXO

David Dust said...

And what's the big deal with your fridge?...

Sleeping Mommy said...

If you ever do decide to get rid of that fridge my husband might have something your husband would want to trade for it. (remember my husband is a gear head/automotive journalist. He has access to all kinds of goodies. :)

Bubba's Sis said...

Hooray for fixed computer!

Boo for fucktard IT guy.

The Floydster said...

I'm new to your blog and can't quite remember the rabbit trail of how I got here, but I'm glad iI did. Thanks for the new weapons to use on dumbass people. I've never heard fucktard before. I laughed out loud when I read it. Thank you for defending gays and mentally challenged folks. I like your heart.

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