Today the phone has been ringing non-stop. "My VUView doesn't work right." "I can't remember how to install Notes, or why we have to." "Hi, Momma - how's your day?" "Why can't I open an e-card here?" "What do you mean, no more stationery in Outlook?! You can't do that!" Au contraire, mon ami - I can most certainly suggest it. If people don't get your mail anymore because it appears to be sending a .jpeg, which might be infected, don't come whining to me. I told you so. If people start ignoring your email because they can't friggin' read dark blue print on a purple background, don't come whining to me. I reserve the right to tell you I think you're an idiot. So between the e-mails, the phone calls, the piddly-assed problems - I'm trying very hard to remember that I love my job. No, really - I do. Honestly. Wouldn't lie about that, no sir. Love it.

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