I really hate computers.
That would be a lie in normal circumstances, but in relation to working on computers, it’s an absolute truth.
I also hate doing two people’s jobs while still only being paid one hourly wage. It’s like being double-raped because I know enough to be able to do it. It’s like some macabre way of being repaid for paying attention and being good at what I do.
So, here I sit, burning DVDs at the last possible second because a faculty member needs this done for something dubiously related to work. Yeah, great.
Why am I doing it? Well, I suppose because our “A.V. Guy” isn’t in and because of some perverse sense of duty because I know how to do it and that I can do it well enough.
At least I have my mac. I never really though I’d say it, but I’m so glad to have my computer back with all the applications that I actually love to work in. That’s a scary thought. That I could actually enjoy working because of an application and the way it presents the workflow.