day after day things go wrong with my computer.
and little things.
like sometime, the screen won't come on.
and sometimes the keyboard won't work.
etc. etc.
so day after day, i go to IT, make their sniggering wannabe IIT glances look at my issue, beg, plead, you know the drill.
and it hurts. it hurts my educated head to suck engineering cock. it hurts my sensibilities to adhere to process. my brain liquifies and flows out through my eyes. i puke my heart out and they step on entrails still connected to my central nervous system.
so this is what i'm going to do.
i'm going to suck cock. i'm going to beg, plead, etc. etc. and i'm going to get an engineer upstairs to my floor.
at my terminal, he's going to say, 'it looks fine' in that sick middle class, i need to arrange a wife to fuck, i'm from a regional engineering college and could have had it better voice.
'something happens to it every 30 seconds', i'll say, just count till 30 and watch.'
and he'll know everyone is watching. and in an involuntary mocking of a mock voice, look at his watch and count till 30.'
and i'm going to stand and watch and wait and watch and wait and watch and wait.
in the span of 30, i'm going to run every ounce of pain and grief i've taken from these guys in my head. if it runs out, i'm going to rerun it, at a higher volume.
and when he hits 30, i'm going to smash that computer screen. with an alumuium rod until the rod's clean through.
'now fix that', i'll say.
