I am very annoyed with spam. I have filters to catch alot of it, but how annoying that it even exists. People who want the kinds of things that are offered in spam would likely seek it out on their own, so why, why, WHY the barrage, the onslaught V. annoyed.
Our router died. Which means no internet at home, until we get another. The cable modem can be directly connected to one computer, but since Mr. Gadget is Mister Gadget, he likes to have control of gadgety things like routers and such. So the master computer on our home network is his computer. Which he seldom uses. Not mine. Which I use all the time. So he has internet, but I don’t. V. annoying.
We had a conversation quite recently about firewalls and routers in which I mentioned that my work has a specific requirement for a specific firewall router device, and that I was considering purchasing one so that I can more readily work from home and meet all the company security requirements, and such. So I get a phone call yesterday, in which Mr. G advises that he has purchased a new router. A router quite different from the one I spoke of so recently. A newer, more gadgety router. I inquired as to whether he had any recollection at all of our recent router conversation (he did not), and attempted to make a point that it seems wasteful to purchase router A when there is compelling reason to use router B. Router A has more flashy lights, or something. It was recommended by a gadgety friend of Mr. G. It’s of little interest to him that Router B, as recommended by my company, a company that has an IT department of hundreds, if not thousands, of well-qualified technical professionals who have spent no small effort in determining precisely what is appropriate, meets necessary computing security requirements.
Having agreed to return Router A, and instructed to acquire Router B, I get another phone call from Mr. G, inquiring after the part number of Router B. Again, I tell him the number. He scoffs. He wants to get router C, instead. Because it’s the latest. Router B is Junk. Old technology. There’s so much newer and better stuff on the market now. They (my company) don’t know what they’re talking about. And so on. V. exasperating.
The marketing gods must love my Mr. G. He’s exactly the consumer they cater to.
It appears that school is still in session. It’s mid JUNE! Shouldn’t school be out for the summer Even so, I noticed a trio of interesting young men, waiting at the crosswalk this morning. One was dressed in army camoflauge, cap to boots. One wore a kilt outfit that looked authentic to my untrained eye. One was dressed in a sharp and snazzy suit. Maybe it’s the last day of school, or nearing the end, and they are dressed for some presentation or career expo or something. Whatever the case, it was a pleasant distraction. Each one was clean and tight, standing tall and straight. Not the usual sloppy tee shirts, sagging pants, sloppy sneakers, slouching, lacadaisical swaggers that I see in so many teens these days. V. refreshing.
