The number one question I answer at work is some form of inquiry as to the insane possibility of being both female and a computer technician. The second is the question of how I've "earned the clip on tie" – how did you learn all this stuff?
I learned by playing around on our home computer, and getting in lots of trouble for doing so. I learned by working on my grandmother's mac, because she didn't know enough to know what I was doing, and I couldn't get in trouble. I learned by building my own computer, with the help of a friend, and then blowing up a power supply and a video card and letting the smoke out of some wires.
People always ask me how I earned this clip on tie. I tell them it's just continued punishment. They laugh. Hey, you wanna wear this thing?
Filed under: work
Apparently boredom in the work place is increasing almost as fast as the price of stamps, which, you may remember, are those little sticky things your dad used to collect when he was a kid. Thankfully, we now produce helpful brain stimulating products to protect workers from the harshness of cubicle life; like these office space slash polly pocket take offs. Now that we don't have to lick stamps, retype entire letters for each correction, or flip through hundreds of address cards to find a single phone number, you'll have time to sit around and mock your mundane seven to five until you realize that maybe coffee is all there really is. . .
Thankfully, my job is more like the running of the bulls on repeat. I drink coffee to keep up with it all. -jr
the fallout: on the other side 
