[stylist] Afternoon Idiot-syncrasies **Couple minor expliteves ** :)

[Brad Dunse']

Pounding on the keyboard and throwing up his 
hands he grumbled, "What now! Not getting  email 
again? What next!" Fingers stomping on the keys 
like a toddler's feet amid a full blown tantrum, 
he sat scowling bent over the keyboard childishly 
banging the check mail hot keys repeatedly like a 
maniac, animating them verbally out loud more 
with each key press. “Control M, control M, 
control M control M control M control M control M control M control M.

"I bet it's my ISP again. Fools, you'd think 
they'd get it right. I mean they only serve half 
the bloody country." Sending an email to himself 
from his ISP account he scowled even more, 
"Dammit. It works! Just my luck. That's not it."

"I know what it is, it’s that blasted email 
program I'm using, that's it." Rebooting he had 
more time to grumble about how it was a damn good 
thing he didn't send out all those pleas for 
blindness stats for that software project he's 
working on, he'd have really looked like a chump with returned emails.

"Ok. We're booted up again and now, you email 
program from H E double toothpicks, take that!" 
Just as he flung that last word he fired off an 
email to himself from his custom domain again, 
the one apparently with the issue. "I know I'm 
right about this one" he muttered painfully yet 
with satisfaction, "I'm going to enjoy 
uninstalling..." He stopped mid mutter. "Wait a 
minute. If it was my email program, I wouldn't 
have gotten that last email, would I? What am I thinking."


"Wait one second here. Yeah. Yeah. I know exactly 
what it is now. It's that hosting company I've 
got my music domain and web site with. Yeah, "the 
one" he mumbled, "the one that had that mail 
server issue last year and holds the email 
accounts of every, God knows how 
many,  discussion lists,  product registrations, 
and professional  organizations with which I'm 
joined to, and which is probably bouncing like 
super balls all over the net just about now until 
the automated systems boot my rear end off the 
lists. That's it!" Smacking his hand on the desk 
with passionate determination brewing to give someone a good verbal thrashing.


Smiling a devilish one with satisfaction as he 
typed a tech support email. He saw it clear  in 
his mind now. A tech support person standing up 
from his station, calling to his co-worker,

"Hey Pete! Come here a second will ya?"

"Yeah what is it"

"Let me ask you something." He’d calmly murmur as 
he turned around. "My ass, does it look any different than this morning?"

“What!” Pete would jump, a bit perplexed and a 
bit nervous. "Um dude. What are you getting at 
here?" Pete cringing to even ask.

"It still looks OK to you? Nothing different 
about it?" Pete's co-worker would say shoving it 
even a little further toward him.

Pete nervously wetting his lips a bit, looking 
around the room to see no one was watching, "Um 
dude?" Pete nervously laughing and clearing his 
throat, "Ahh yeah looks OK. I mean what do you 
want me to say here? I mean give me a break here ya know?"

Pete's co-worker standing straight again would 
sigh in relief, "Oh man. I'm glad to hear it 
because from the chewing it just took from a 
customer email I got, I was afraid there wasn't anything left of it."

With yet another failed email message pounding 
his head and finishing the thrasher email,  he 
sickly laughed at the self-indulged vision of 
those two idiot tech support  people. Before he 
had a chance to think about it, he sent off the 
nastygram with a slam to the enter key on the send button.

A couple more self-tests, like checking his mail 
on the web portal again, still proving to be none 
as well. He send off another snotty update to the 
automated ticket reply he was emailed.

A few hours later after blood pressure numbers 
rose, listening to the error sound of his email 
program when he checked yet another time, he 
thought "I wonder if the losers will ever get 
their crap together and fix it.", he grew more 
impatient. So he slapped the keys around the 
keyboard a bit more, pulling up his web account 
for his domain again to see if the web mail was 
getting anything yet and... But wait. "What 
the..." he choked at the web page in front of 
him. "This domain has expired? As of yesterday?" 
Gulping hard he typed with more of a beaten, 
subdued trance-like fashion  as he pulled up the 
day timer and did a search for when he had 
registered his domain. But he knew he had taken 
it for three-years. “Oh no.” he pouted. “There it 
is, October 10, 2009, 3-years ago
 yesterday.”

"Dear Tech Support, regarding my earlier email concerning my mail issue...?"

***

Actually I wasn't nasty at all but did put in a 
tech email, only to find out the only idiot in 
the situation of course was me, for forgetting to 
make note when my domain expired. So, if anyone 
asked me anything in the past day? I'm sure it 
took a nice pillow like landing somewhere in the 
loose feathers of the internet.


Brad Dunse

If you want people to stop poking holes in your boat,
get them in the boat with you --Ron Hammonds

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