My mother just won’t stop bugging me; she was going on and on about just about everything and nothing all at once. When she brought up Moton’s, my cousin, new job in Online Data Backup, whatever that is, I told her to stop there and change the subject. I knew I stuck my foot in my mouth then. She questioned why I had issues with Morton and if I had a real problem with him . My problem with him was that he was only a good person when someone was watching, the second you took your attention off of him he turned into Satan reincarnate . “What!” She all but shrieked at me practically salivating to know more. My mom cannot live a day without hearing or speaking some juicy gossip that she just knows everyone else has to hear about . It has even gotten to the point of her getting gossip magazines in the mail every day, not just your normal mags like People and US Weekly, no, this woman gets Enquirer and Star . And when she discovered the Internet that was it, it was all over. The woman is even involved in a gossip club called the Red Hat Club, this is where all the ladies get together not just to gossip about celebrities, but people in the neighborhood, children in the neighborhood, as well as each other if one is not present . She goes through a ream of paper practically every two weeks. So when I started gossiping about Morton I knew that my day was either over right then and there, because I was going to have to give her every single detail or I could pretend that I just received a phone call and excuse myself from the room .
I slammed the phone down, that little red headed twerp of a so-called computer specialist is a complete moron. I run a busy real-estate agency and our computers are of course essential. We’ve been having some Emergency Backup issues lately, which can all boil down to the computer nerd that I hired that told me he had years and years of training and experience, but ended up being more of an idiot than a computer savant, considering he earned his training, if you can call it that, through an online program that isn’t even accredited . I called him up last week when the problem showed up, “no problem, I’ll send one of my tech’s down there right away.” I wonder why he used techs as if there were more than one, he only had one tech, which was still in high school, and only worked part time . Well it ended up his “right away” was the next day, late morning. But it was the twerp telling me he decided to come himself to deal with the problem. Well when he left, after billing me for five hours at $95 dollars an hour and assuring me the problem was fixed it of course wasn’t. After I realized that it was still not working, I gave him a ring and a piece of my mind, he told me that I should give it one day, and it should work . I screamed that I didn not have a day and that he needed to make it work now, of course he ended up getting upset with me . So I told that guy he has an ego twice the height of his 5’5 and I’m not paying him, I’m calling someone else.
Don’t you hate those Indian support guy’s? I was telling my best friend Tracy, I had to call someone to blow off some steam, and he just made me so mad. What happened, she asked – she is always ready to listen. So my computer is having some sort of problem, I just couldn’t do anything. All of the webpages that I tried to go to were all over the place, taking way too long to load, or not even loading at all, I needed to get some stuff onto eBay . So I called the help line people and I get this Indian guy trying to speak his version of English. I kept asking for him to repeat himself, and all he was saying, as far as I could tell, was hello how are you today . I honestly could not make out a damn thing that he was saying, so it obviously took us forever to figure out the issue. So it took us while to get very far. I kept telling him speak clearer but he just kept on with that foreign accent, I mean drop it already. Finally he said, it sounded like a Online Data Storage issue.