Repair technicians nowadays need a little lesson in not fucking touching what they don’t need to.

Took my laptop to a repair center the other day to have it physically cleaned (dust accumulation made the fan get stuck and the machine was overheating ridiculously easily). Created a new user account with superuser permissions so they could stress test it for the heating issue.

Got it back with fucked up drivers, tampered settings, uninstalled shit, a FUCKING SCREW LOOSE INSIDE, and, admittedly, the heating issue solved.

Question here is, why the fuck do you have to uninstall and screw with my shit to do a physical examination? I even fucking left you a throwaway Steam account with all my games authorized through Family Sharing so you could use any of those to stress the machine! So what the fuck reason do you have to modify my shit?

Sigh. Rant over.

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Hate me all you want. But fuck pregnancies.

 

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I’m not well.

It says a lot about you when you watch a fictional story of a person institutionalized in a psychiatric hospital, and as the story progresses, see the person act in every single way you do down to a T, and see the other characters remark on how those reasons are the reason the person is institutionalized.

 

 

 

 

I want to get better. I do. Thing is, the world doesn’t want to break me. I’m already broken.

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