A snapshot in time. I'm working on a computer in the new office. Greg's working behind me on his PC complete with three monitors. I've resigned to keeping my laptop here as my sole PC. I've got a disassembled computer on my workbench and I'm migrating files from a customer's old hard drive to his new one. There is so much porn on this guy's system. I mean... stuff involving horses and shit. I'll bet you guys with your ITT diplomas didn't see this as a pitfall. Trust me, you can't call yourself a desktop PC technician until a customer cheerfully shows you pictures of himself and two women in various stages of activity in bed and asks you "are you a swinger at all?"
So this system is moving along with the data transfer, people are walking up and down the hall from the tattoo parlor, the satellite radio is kicking out some commercial free tunes. We're planning a dinner at Pal's Shanty with some friends. I don't think self employment could get any cooler.
Sweet.
Gooch
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