I wish I had to try harder to find these conversations.
This marks a monumental occasion for BlogTruth. My first ever guest post. This one comes from my good friend Holden who you may have seen hanging around in the comments section from time to time.
I’ve been helping people fix their shit for some time now. In college I worked a tech support job and fixed computers for extra cash. I was a lonely fat looser back then. Later I grew into doing some web development and small business consulting. That sucked too because small business owners are even cheaper than me. Eventually, two college degrees later, I graduated to the big leagues doing consulting for a large organization serving some of the biggest companies in the US. So far that’s been good.
What do all these jobs, both large and small have in common? At their core, they all involve you helping people do shit they either don’t want to do themselves or simply can’t. For the most part its because they can’t. Some people can’t find the power button on their computer, some companies can’t find the data they’re looking for.
When people call up tech support, hire you to do something as a freelancer or hire a consulting firm to do a project, more times than not that person/organization has tried to do the job themselves, and royally fucked it up, failed miserably and now bear a nice fat, black and bruised ego. I can deal with this. What I can’t deal with are the folks who simply refuse to do anything for themselves. I mean ANYTHING!
And this leads me to my rant. I’m guest posting on BlotTruth today to save my sanity, to calm my nerves and frankly, to keep me from smashing in the face of a needy, uppity BITCH whose best talent is pointing and telling people to do shit for her that she is too mentally lazy to do for herself.
This woman is a personal client of mine. She owns a few shops around town and hires me to be her personal geek squad boy. If I was a little better hung I would undoubtedly be her love slave too. Only I’m averagely hung and I wasn’t originally hired to be her personal geek squad bitch. I was hired to be her photographer, social media guy and web developer!
Over time, I have experienced the dreaded “Scope Creep!” (Yeah, I learned that in my MBA) Slowly, more and more duties creep into my duties. I’m pretty sure by next week wiping her ass will be in the job description too.
The worst part is pay never increases, only time and effort spent tending to this needy ass, helpless woman. And being the passive aggressive guy I am, I never say anything about it, opting instead to write cowardly anonymous blog posts, full of complaints and whiny ass rants.
The problem with this person isn’t that she is ignorant or devoid of technology skills, it is that she refuses to exert any sort of effort in solving the smallest of problems!
For example, a few weeks ago I received the phone call in the middle of the day while at my day job and was asked,
“why won’t my mouse work?”
I reply, “Did you check to see if it is plugged in?”
For a reason only God knows, it wasn’t. She plugged it in, it still didn’t work.
She asks, “The computer doesn’t see it. Can you come by?”
“I’m sorry, but I’m at work… did you try restarting your computer?”
I understand that some people aren’t computer literate, but seriously, is it that difficult to use even an ounce of problem solving skills? What if this was a TV remote. I’m willing to bet virtually none of you are aware of how a TV remote actually works, but if your TV remote wasn’t working, wouldn’t you at the least check to see if it had batteries? And if it did, would you maybe… change them…. And if the TV still didn’t respond, would you maybe try unplugging and plugging it back in? GASP!
Basic troubleshooting isn’t rocket science! Yet, some people, namely this woman, is unwilling to exert even a basic amount of effort to fix anything for herself. Instead I keep getting these hair brained fucking texts and phone calls on a semi-weekly basis. Earlier today I even got an angry text asking why the phone wouldn’t work. My response, “I have no idea, have you tried checking with the phone company?”
So, here is my plea to all of you out there in blog-land. Please, please, Oh Sweet Jesus please exert even a thimble full worth of effort before asking your tech support guy for help. At the least, restart whatever it isn’t working, unplug and plug it back in and make sure it has batteries or is in fact plugged into the wall!
Do it for your sake, not ours. After all, you’re only making yourself look like a total tool and asshole. Also, there is a good chance your IT guy is rubbing his balls all over your keyboard in spite. (Okay, not really. Maybe.)
There I am sitting on the plane ready to take of to Dallas, TX. My phone rings. It’s my Mom and she’s upset and crying, again. We are literally on the verge of taking off so I tell her I will have to call her back as the flight attendants are prompting me to put away my phone. For the next hour and a half I ponder why the fuck I am stuck dealing with parents like this.
Is this some cruel punishment for something I’ve done to the Universe? Of course I don’t believe that, but I can’t help but complain about the injustice in the world. I have mommy issues while my friends actually benefit from having GREAT parents. (Then again I wasn’t born with aids in Uganda – that’s unfair.) I digress.
Anyhow – I do not want this blog to become a place where I complain about mommy and daddy issues. I’ve done that plenty. If you want to ready about that you can read this or this and by that point you will probably had enough of my whimpers. Instead I want to talk about what I’ve learned from all this grief and a lifetime of dealing with shitty parents that continue to plague me – I’m sure there are others out there who might read and maybe even benefit from it.
So here are three simple steps for dealing with shittyness:
Deal with it, Move on
When you have something bad happen to you in life you have two basic choices: Dwell on it or move on and enjoy life. The trick is choosing the latter 100% of the time. I have spent hours of my life stressing about what I am going to do with my parents (as a child and adult) and at some point you have to realize living YOUR life is the priority.
It may sound shitty and perhaps a little selfish and over-simplified, but at some point you have to look out for number one – that’s you (and your wife/kids). Stop thinking about your depressed mom and your shitty drug addicted father and move one. Think about how beautiful the world is and explore it. Think about the people you can help, that are in your situation, and help. Make your dreams come true – it’s cliche’, but fuck it, I’ll say it again – make your dreams come true.
Metaphorically Punch your Parents in the Mouth for being so GODDAM SHITTY!
It’s okay to be a little angry at your parents. If you are like me and dropped onto this earth for no apparent reason to unreasonably shitty parents who squandered every opportunity – I feel you. Instead of yelling at them, arguing, hating them, and even the risk of physical violence to have your sweet, sweet revenge – don’t.
The best way to metaphorically punch your shitty parents in the mouth is to just be happy. Ignore there issues and focus on your family. The instant you could care less about their issues and you feel at ease – you’ve won. Then revert to the bullet point above. Be happy.
Be incredibly fucking Awesome!
Sorry for all the vulgarity, but let me just say I have found that the best way for me to knock off the dirty build up of life’s shittyness is to be incredibly fucking awesome all the time. Yes, I’m serious.
Pursuing happiness and adventure with a passion, living life so damned hard that President Obama would do a speech on it after a stock market crash to console people who lost everything, to be so damned awesome that what other people are doing means shit to you.
Invent something, write a book, travel, have adventure, love, build, help, and do everything else you always wanted to do.
If you aren’t doing that – then look at your life and ask yourself what’s keeping you from it.
“Legendary-ish Stories” is a series I plan to write occasionally in which I describe actual incidents that happened in my life. These incidents often involve alcohol and at times immorality – neither of which I necessarily condone. With these stories I hope to add a touch of humor and display human imperfection while simultaneously eroding my credibility. Enjoy.
If you are curious about what the quickest way to develop cirrhosis of the liver is I can tell you. Plan and attend two bachelor parties over the course of two consecutive days.
Right now I feel filthy. I have ingested more alcohol than I care to consume in the next 6 months, I have witnessed more whores undress for singles than I have in my entire life, and I’ve seen enough vomit on cream colored carpet to last a lifetime.
Since my memory is too foggy to tell a decent story about what happened I figured a few highlights would suffice.
1. Shot and beer guzzling at friends house. I have procured moonshine from a local distillery. We realize moonshine does in fact put hair on your chest.
2. Binge eating of meat products at one of the best BBQ joints in the South. I manage to get the local band playing to give our bachelor a shout out. The crowd cheers and we quickly realize this was a great idea due to multiple patrons buying us alcohol and encouraging binge drinking.
3. More beers and shots at the local pub. Realize a gay bar is next door and what could be more tempting to a bunch of gay guys than a bachelor?
4. Gay guy hits on me. I’m flattered.
5. Drunk. Go to strip club to reaffirm our manliness.
6. Become more interested in the type of people who frequent strip clubs than the actual strippers themselves. Try to carry on “real” conversations with strippers and quickly realize she only wants my singles. I do not want a lap dance – neither does anyone else – I become disappointed because I really wanted to write about an entry on this blog entitle “this hoes life”.
7. Bachelor goes shirtless in probably the most crowded street in Atlanta. Arrest seems likely.
8. The Bachelor, who is a literal and certified genius, can no longer remember basic tax code nor add 3 digit numbers. He begins rambling incoherently about “what’s happening to me.” We ignore his complaints and continue force feeding him alcoholic beverages mixed with energy drinks. Bad idea in retrospect.
9. Take taxi back to house. Bachelor passes out. Wakes up briefly and vomits all over the floor. Success.
I wish I could go into more detail about what happened, but I think that’s against the bachelor party code of ethics – especially when the grooms in question are business professionals. I’ll just leave it at this – everyone survived and the wedding is still on. That’s good enough for anyone.
So we hired a women that I am fairly sure is retarded. The problem is she’s old, changing careers, and used to a different pace. I commend her for trying, but my frustration builds with every less than appropriate action she takes. She moves slow, asks bad questions, is horrible at reading the client, and doesn’t listen when I give clear advice. Honestly, its not working out. So just for fun, during lunch, I created a comic. Enjoy.
I hate to keep bombarding the loyal readers of this blog with garbage from Facebook, but wow does it give me a lot of good material to complain about – which is also the sole factor preventing me from deleting my account and all of these good ole’ boys right along with it.
In any case, below is a lovely conversation between a village idiot I went to high school with and happily a few people that seem like they might actually have a brain in their head.
Yes, this is life in the South at times. There are some good guys, some bad guys, and a lot of idiots. Enjoy shaking your head and wondering to yourself if the world is doomed after all. Just in case you were wondering – no I didn’t comment.