slow like old people

so my lack of postage hasn't been because i've been like, away from my computer. oh no. but it's BROKEN and being pink won't save it.

this past week i have performed upwards of 10 backalley paperclip shutdowns of my candy-colored imac at work. it doesn't like any web browsers or email or word or...anything. my hamster is totally dead.

so we did some reformatting, some reinstalling OS 9 (go ahead and laugh, it's like an old horse bound for the glue factory). updates, backups, restores, blah blah - do i sound like i understand? cause i don't. all i know is the magic has left and i can't do anything i want to do (buy sneakers, post on blog, chat on irc, read sr20forum, waste time) or need to do (update data, email contacts, search FOR A FREAKING JOB)...

the "tech support" people showed up and tried to help. they can't type as fast as i can, how smart can they be? so now i'm left with netscape communicator 4 point your mom slow as ass something version, borked eudora (but i finally have the piggies instead of the mailman, which is like the only positive thing to transpire all week), and less of my soul. i don't know what to do anymore. but, i did get about 2 weeks' worth of experiments done in 2 days. i bet it has nothing to do with it.

so the tech guys were like, yeah how much does your boss like you? can you get him to buy you a new emac or something? and i was like, yeah, ha, i bet that would be real nice except I WON'T BE WORKING HERE MUCH LONGER SO IT'S RATHER MOOT BUT I REALLY NEED TO FIND A JOB SO I CAN FEED MYSELF AND PAY MY STUDENT LOANS BEFORE THE VULTURES PICK MY BONES SO WON'T YOU JUST FIX MY IMAC GRAHHHWHAAA. or like, something to that effect.