This would of been posted last night, but the computer ate it!
When Joe moved to Columbia, a year ago, he didn't have the internet. That was hard on him because he could be described as internet obsessed. But he still could look at pictures, watch Good Eats and play games.
Earlier this summer, Joe kicked his computer and it died. It turned off and wouldn't turn back on. He thinks its the power source. That was harder on him.
When we moved into our new apartment, we had internet but no computer.
Jackie and Casey gave us Dale's old iBook. It works fine to check my school email, iffy on MySpace and Yahoo! (as witnessed by crapping out as I started to post this entry last night), and can't run Facebook at all. Porn seems okay.
So somewhere along the line, I remembered that the IT department at school can fix computers. But Joe's computer can't be simplified by calling it a Mac, Dell or even a Compaq. Its an amalgam of 1000 different things.
And now, I'm mad! Why am I suddenly responsible for getting Joe's computer fixed? Yes, I would use it as I use the iBook now but the fact of the matter is that Joe's computer doesn't have any Microsoft programs deeming it useless to open my notes or work on my study guide powerpoints. And even if it ran Microsoft programs, they would be the essentialily outdated XP version, not the Vista version. And that won't work...well.
I'm just frustrated that I have to deal with the computer fixing situation. I understand that Joe doesn't want to buy the unreturnable part and have it not be the problem. I understand that he doesn't want to have diagnostics ran and it be something that he knew all along. But I don't want to the one that has to explain Joe's ghetto computer to the IT guy that I told that we had a Dell.
Well, maybe Leslie, you should buy yourself a computer and forget all this nonsense. Well, first of all, I've made it this far without one. I'm sure I can continue the remaining seven weeks of classroom work without one. Secondly, I've been promised a computer before by my parents only to have them renig on the offer because they had to pay for my little brother's tuition. And then I refused a computer because I didn't want to pay for the internet, which would be the thing I would mainly use it for.
When it all comes down to it, I'm mad at Joe for no reason. I'm frustrated because I still have to come to school to work and I've got a 1000 things I need to do. I would feel better if I could sit at home with Riley and Roosevelt and write study guides rather than being here.
Stupid school. Stupid computer.
[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on 9/6/11.]
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