Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Personal Jesus

There I was, having an ordinary morning at work, everything going smoothly, when for no reason I could see, my computer hung. I rebooted, and it hung again. And again. I couldn’t open any of my programs before it would hang and it wouldn't even respond to the on/off switch, requiring I unplug it from the wall.


I was just about to call tech support, when who should peek in my doorway, but my husband? And right behind him was his boss, Charlie. Yay! They aren’t officially “my” techies, but they’re in tech support and they’re on the university’s payroll. As far as I was concerned, they were mine, Mine, MINE.

Dan started tinkering with my computer while Charlie smelled a trap and scooted off down the hall so fast that if we hadn’t had carpet he would’ve left skid marks. But after awhile he came back and together the three of us got my computer working again. I gave Dan a kiss as he left, and Charlie muttered that he didn’t get a kiss, to which I called after him that he should come back, if that was how he felt about it.

Nope. They left. Fast. I have a feeling they won’t be back anytime soon to wish me a good morning. I might make them rescue me again.

Nothing like having your very own technical saviors.


writtenwyrdd said...

Heh. You scared the boss good.

Computers are for dropping off of high rises. They are for drop kicking. They are for the use of explosive ordinances in a big ol' pit and watching go boom.

But, alas, they are better than typewriters.

LauraHinNJ said...

I feel the same way about my mechanic husband when I have car troubles.