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I’ve learned something disturbing over the past few days and I’m not quite sure how to take it.
I don’t know if I’ve said this anywhere else in my portfolio, but I am in the IT industry. Well, actually ... that's not quite correct. Alright ... its an out and out lie. I am studying to be in the IT industry, and desperately hoping that one day they will let me in, and greet me with a great big handful of the cash that is freely flowing all around this lucrative field. But no, not really. I am not a materialistic person. I just want enough profits to keep me alive and semi-functional while I write away my entire existence. And I want to buy lots of pens. But, anyhow ... I have now lost my topic, and must run off and find it again. Excuse me a moment! (sounds of retreating footsteps.) (from far away) Ahhh ... here it is. (sounds of a terrible screaming) (sounds of arriving footsteps) I have found my topic, and it will not be leaving me again. It is actually incapable of doing so now, since I have clearly broken its legs. What disturbs me is this ... quite a few IT people seem to have entered the industry for the same reason as I have. To finance an unhealthy obsession with their pen, their keyboard, or whatever other mental illness they might practice. After reading the bios of a few authors on this site, I’ve learned that quite a few IT people are closet romantics with great weeping wells of emotions hidden in their souls, and hearts filled up to the brim with empathetic tears. It seems they might actually have some depth! This disturbs me .... because from time to time I have problems with my computer. (No, it is not from weeping my heart out into my keyboard so much so that the keys start to stick together.) Anyway, when I have problems with my computer, I, like any other hot-blooded American with steam for brains, frantically call up the HelpDesk number and proceed to blast their eardrums out as if they were personally responsible for causing my distress. (No, not really. I am a nice person. REALLY!) Anyway, if I were to do that, I would be quite disconcerted, and not a little surprised, if the guy on the other end were to suddenly bust into tears and tell me a heart-wrenching story about his dead dog, and how I should have pity on him, and not talk to him so loudly , because he loved his dog so, and any further stimuli would break his heart, would absolutely disintegrate it ... and then he wouldn’t be able to eat his Twinkies. No ... that is not something I would be comfortable with. I prefer to think of IT men the old-fashioned way. Rotund with beer-bellies, eating Twinkies in a week-old Superman t-shirt, wrapped up in colourful wires, and constantly saying, “May the force be with you.” This idea of the new and improved IT guy ... with romance and feelings ... who doesn’t live in the basement of his parents’ house and sleep with a Darth Vader dummy ... I don’t know if I can quite get my head around. (Well, I probably could get my head around him, since this leads me to believe that not all IT guys have beer bellies either. They actually could be ... (shudders) quite human! So ... move over world for the new and improved Information Technology Specialist. We will have your computer up to speed in no time ... provided we don’t electrocute ourselves first from crying over the pretty cables while we watch endless re-runs of "Titanic".
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