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Know What I Hate?
Back To Know What I Hate?March 04, 2010
Well, I tried to fill out my Dream Stable form last week and it was a big pain in the you-know-what.
It was a helluva lot easier back when they ran the full sales results in The Sportsman and then they were all in one place and I didn’t have to get on the computer and try to find everything.
You see I’m still getting the hang of this computer stuff. Just because I write a blog, everyone thinks I’m Willy Gates now. But I still get all muddled up. I click on the wrong thing and that takes me to somewhere I don’t want to go and then I have to wait until the next time my tree-hugging son Robbie stops by so he can fix everything.
This whole thing is sort of Robbie’s fault in the first place. He’s the one who thought his old man should ‘broaden his horizons’ and get on the Internet. He set me up with one of those Hotmailer email accounts and the only good that’s come from it is that I found out I’m related to the King of Siam, who has left me a substantial inheritance.
One time Robbie wasn’t around and so I called the number for ‘technical support.’ Technically, I didn’t feel very supported by the smart-aleck kid who picked up the phone. He told me that a five-year-old could fix my problem and that I just needed to ‘reboot the CPU.’
The what now? I didn’t boot anything in the first place so why should I reboot it? And what in the name of Christmas is a CPU?
So I told this little wiseacre that I was about to reboot him in the britches if he didn’t start using The King’s English. Luckily, Bernie grabbed the phone and stopped me before I tore a strip off his know-it-all manager, too.
How am I supposed to complete my Dream Stable form or forward my banking information to my new Siamese friend if I’ve got a wonky CPU?
I hate computers.
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