My life in one act: An Exercise in Futility

[FADE IN]
Fade into stage, the light slowly ebbs forth as the music follows.

[SETTING]
I’m either sitting at my desk, working diligently on learning how to do something I consider neat and/or exotic – or perhaps even sitting lethargic, slightly drooling as I watch Law and Order.

[PAN TO DESK, FOCUS]
The phone rings.

After a moment of hesitation, I answer.

[OVERHEARD]

Guy-I-Haven’t-Heard-From-In-Ages: Hey Man! How’s it going?
Me: Pretty well, and you?
GIHHFIA: Oh, you know.. life’s been busy. Ya know, I hate to bother you, but..
Me: You broke yor computer didn’t you?
GIHHFIA: Uh, yeah.
Me: It’s so nice of you to call me out of the blue, after not having heard from you in years! It’s a coincidence that you just happened to call now, right? My fee is..

[FADE OUT]

Ok, so this doesn’t exactly follow life; I usually try to help folks who are blatantly attempting to win my favor, if only to help them “fix their problem”, then never hear from them again.

No more. No more freebies. If you want help, this is a job, it’s not that I enjoy it. I certainly do not enjoy doing it for free, only to be given more questions and more begging for help since I’m ‘so knowledgable’.

If you’re in any manner related to me, I will tell you to find another technician. There is no good blood with purchases of goods, or services, from family members.