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Jimmy Falon as Nick Burns, The Computer Guy

My rant a couple of days ago against "computer idiots" has come back to haunt me. About once a week someone will ask me if I can look at their computer to take the latest virus off or get rid of their extensive spyware. If it's slow at the office, I don't mind doing it. Today, the owner of the company brings me THREE pc's he wants "upgraded". The first two are Pentium ONE 100's!!! The other was a decent AMD, a newer machine. When I tell him that you can't upgrade the P1 machines (both motherboards only support 100mzh chips) he gave me a look that made me think it was MY fault. What kills me, is this guy has money, and instead of spending 400 bucks to get a decent machine, he wants to upgrade a machine thats over 10 years old. I finally talk him into ordering a new machine. The parts arrive from NewEgg tomorrow.

Now for the Cherry on top of my Wednesday, the CFO of the company has satellite internet. It's always going down. And Im always making a trip out to his house to troubleshoot it. Usually he's gotten in and changed a setting that he has no business playing with. I then ask him, "ok what did you change last?" and get the standard "not a thing" only to find that he deleted TCP/IP from his network connection. Today was different, it was actually a software issue. Ended up re-installing the satellite client and all was good.

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