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Monday, 12 June 2006 00:00

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Coming off Friday's Post there was a bit of insight offered to me by Male Boss as to what may have caused the problem with the server.  That's right guys, the now famous Master of In-Mail had the nerve to tell me what went wrong.  I mean, this guy musta been on an Ignorance I.V. the night prior.  I mean, lets face facts here, for him to even pretend like he knows what the fuck he is talking about when it comes to computers is ballsy enough as it is.. ignoring the fact that he is trying to tell me, of all people, what the deal is.  It's despicable.

Like when he is giving out the in-mail address to clients or something like that.  Male Boss can't even do that right!  He's so computer illiterate that.. fuck it, just read this frikkin post again to refresh your memories.  Gah!  Its so frustrating.  You can ask him where the mouse is and chances are he's gonna be looking at the external hard drive!  This is my fuckin Boss!  Do you understand how ridiculous it all is!?

Now that I'm in a frenzy I can wade into the immeasurable stupidity Male Boss brought forth.  Again, the server had the problem.  He comes back from a daytime meeting scratching his wooden head:

"Hey Northe, I sink I know the problem zere."

"Problem?"  I ask having no clue what he's talking about at first.

"With the server, the power outing."

I suck in twice the wind of a normal breath and start to hold it in cuz if I breathe right after Male Boss says what he's about to say I may very well get infected with that virus that's eating away at his brain.

"I put in the music CD to listen to on your computer after you left and it didn't play right."

Still holding my breath.

"I think that might be what fucked it up, you know?"

Still holding.

"Its gotta be it.  Not gonna use your computer to play the songs.  I have the good speakers on my computer anyway."

It's crap like this that makes me want to go to work with a Bio Hazard suit on.  I really like my brain.  The problem is I have no means by which to defend it.  It's depressing.  Male Boss' stupidity is enough to give hope to the most down trodden of nations.  Inspiration that there is always hope.  Only in America, I suppose.