Dear IT Dept. PISS OFF!!!

What is this once a week blog shit, you ask? It’s called trying to keep up with school. Man, this whole school thing is taking FOREVER, people! Who goes to college for four years and has not yet obtained so much as a certificate for something?!?!?!? Me, that’s who.

There goes the ADD.

I was emailing this old friend of mine who happened to contact me on My Space; this email was super freakin long, right? Out of nowhere, I get slapped with the B.S.O.D. Anyone who works for a corporate company knows the Blue Screen of Death. It’s where your computer pulls out the asshole chip and shuts down on you, changing your beautiful wallpaper into a blue screen with nothing but a bunch of gibberish on it. Aliens have invaded my computer. As if that wasn’t enough, whenever you get said B.S.O.D., you have to contact the IT Department. So I did.

IT: Hello, Bella. What’s wrong now?

(What’s wrong now??? As if I come to work everyday and look forward to screwing up my computer so that IT can waste their time fixing it!)

Me: I have the B.S.O.D.!!!!

IT: What were you doing at the time?

Me: Nothing. (defensively)

IT: You were doing absolutely nothing and the blue screen just popped up.

Me: Yes. (defiantly)

IT: Bella, what were you doing?

Me: Okay, I was emailing from personal email.

IT: Gmail?

Me: No, the other kind.

IT: What other kind?

Me: You know, the other kind.

IT: You were on My Space weren’t you?

Me: Okay, I was on My Space but all I was doing was emailing an old friend. I swear.

IT: Bella, Bella, Bella. Were gonna have to meet with your boss and discuss this issue about being on the internet during company time.

Me: What? I take my break everyday at three. You can even see on the history that I had just logged on. The company policy says I am allowed to go on those sites as long as I am on break.

IT: I’m sorry, Bella. We are calling your boss right now to discuss this. Would you please come over to the IT department?

My heart was pounding; that short walk to the other side of the building seemed like it took five hours.

Me: Can’t we resolve this without involving my boss?

IT: What are you talking about?

Me: You just told me to come over because you wanted to discuss this whole internet thing with my boss.

IT: (They all look at each other) Bella, are you okay today? Did you fall and hit your head?

Me: Come on you guys stop. This isn’t funny.

IT: Were not laughing.

Me: Whatever.

I walked out and all I can hear is all four of those swampy IT bastards laughing their asses off at me.

Me: What are you guys laughing at?

IT: You’re so gullible, Bella.

I HATE ALL YOU I.T. PEOPLE!!!!!!