My Computer Is A Girl
Some of the work that I do everyday is a little monotonous. Don't get me wrong - I love what I do, but work is work, and sometimes it's not exactly thrilling. Anyway, while working on some of the more...boring things today, I started thinking.
That's when a few things hit me.
1.) It's too early in the morning to think
2.) (Looking in my drawer) "Oooh! I have 6 different colored sharpie markers!"
3.) My computer is a girl.
Lately we've had several computer problems that aren't systemic from any known source, and that pop up randomly. My sister's computer randomly re-boots. My other co-worker's computer sometimes just randomly "decides" that it doesn't want to use any of it's hard drives. And, last but not least, my own computer decides at odd times of the day that it randomly wants to just stop working.
That's right. Computers are women. They work fine, they look pretty, and then for some odd reason that you can't understand, suddenly they're mad at you, and won't even tell you why. So, you try to make peace with them. And they won't tell you what's wrong so that you know what to fix - Noooo! You should already know through osmosis what's wrong with it.
That's right. Computers are like women. That's my story, and I'm sticking with it.
posted by Jeremiah @ 20:57
11 Comments:
I beg to differ. Computers are like men. They think they know everything and then as soon as you really need them, they crap out on you.
One more comment like that, and your computer mouse will, "for some odd reason", decide to catch on fire!
I don't think this debate will ever be settled, but if computers are like women, I don't take offense. I mean, we may be hard to handle sometimes, but you can't live without us! (Men are very dependent upon their computer gadgets, aren't they?)
At least computers come with an instruction manual!
And women don't? How many times are you all told "open doors, pull out chairs, lots of flowers, I'm sorry and You look beautiful?" that's the easiest manuel in the world.
Preach it sista!
And we can do most of that, until you ask us the "impossible question".
My dad gave me some advice on that. "Son, always remember this: If a woman ever asks you 'Do I look fat in this dress?', there is no right answer. If you say 'Yeah. You look huge!' the results are obvious. She'll never talk to you again, and you'll probably have a black eye for awhile. If you tell her no, then she'll probably call you a liar. So do what I do in those situations.
Either spontaneously contract the ebola virus, shove a pencil into your eye, or mumble something intelligent."
My Dad was a genious.
Women who do that annoy me. If I ask that question and the answer is "yes" I would hope my man would lovingly say, "yeah, honey, that dress is too tight on you." I would be so glad he pointed it out before I embarassed myself by wearing something to make me look fat(er).
"spoonerelli" IS Beth! There are two of them on here! There's Beth, and then...Beth, My sister. Sissy's name is "spoonerelli".
Kind of an odd name to me. It's like "Spaghetti".
You're all in league against me!
Good one Rachel!! Love the #1. And Jer, what did you expect other than women uniting against you? I think you like it that way.. hm... something fishy going on there...
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