my computer has a virus. I don’t know how it got it… just that all of a sudden adobe reader tried to open and I was like “wtf, no” and closed it and then norton antivirus was all “VIRUS!!!” and then it was all “fear not, I’ll delete it!” and then it couldn’t. And then my computer shut down and restarted.
So I tried to do another virus scan and it won’t even open. None of my virus-scanny stuff (it’s just norton and windows defender, not a jillion different programs.) will work… windows defender says I’m not authorized to use it (which I should be) and norton just craps out and shuts down when I try to use it.
Everything runs reaaaaaallllllllllyyyyyyy slowly (I’m in safe mode now and things run a lot less slowly, but I can’t do much other than complain and get even more frustrated) and I’m afraid to touch anything because I don’t want to screw anything up further.
I have no idea how I got a virus, either. It’s not like I run around downloading weird shit or mess around on porn sites or anything… I NEED my computer for school/life and am not about to take stupid risks with it.
This sucks. I don’t know what else to do to fix it. Now it’s 3 in the morning and my computer has a virus and I don’t know how to fix it and I feel like crying. wtf is the point of updating all my shit a gazillion times a day every time it tells me to if it’s going to still let viruses through? I really hope my computer isn’t fried.
wow, so shortly after I posted that I figured out what to do… just system restore (which, apparently, is totally easy and does not take thirty hours and a lot of sensitive tech-y steps that may or may not render my laptop completely useless if done wrong, which is what I was figuring I had to look forward to)… I didn’t even have to call my dad or let someone mess with my computer while I hover nervously or anything like that.
Given the fact that Norton is currently buzzing away at a virus scan and not dying dramatically on me or giving me huge red warning messages, it seems to have worked. Fingers crossed that it really did.
so now it’s 3:30 AM and I’m going to sleep knowing (or believing, anyway) that my computer is still okay and just a little proud of myself for figuring it out all on my own (well… google helped.) even if I did have a minor hissfit in the process.
If you have continued problems, look up TrendMicro HouseCall (http://housecall.trendmicro.com/) which is an antivirus program that can run from your web browser so many viruses won’t think to block its operation like they do with, say, Norton.
Really?
Today? Today, after having been out of the loop for 4 weeks (by your own choice) you decide to run in like a bull in the fucking china shop and be “proactive”?
Fuck that.
To over use another metaphor, there was shit on the ground. Everyone knew it, and knew where it lay. We were all trodding carefully around the piles while discretely cleaning them up one at a time. But no, you had to wander in, jump up stomp in it, spread feces around the floor, and finally fling a few wet clods right into the fan. And the worst part about it is that you have the freedom to lumber right back out again while the rest of us are cleaning up the now greater mess.
Stupid shitty small town economy! Here I am actually trying to make something of myself and no fucking pharmacy in town is hiring techs!
How is that even possible? Techs do all the grunt work, how can you not need more? Especially with this swine virus scare going around, everybody and their dog (pig?) are going to their doctor looking for meds.
While I’m at it, fuck love! My main computer acquired a virus somehow (What? Don’t look at me like that!). So the friend I bought it from takes it back to his place to fix and whatnot. He said he’ll be finished in about a week or so, since he’s got important tests coming up or else he’d have it done sooner.
A month later, he’s practically disappeared off the planet. Facebook messages go unheeded, as do text messages.
And I know exactly why: His new girlfriend.
About a month before he took my computer, he started getting involved with a girl he knows from high school (he’s in college now). And now apparently he can’t be bothered to do anything with anyone but her.
I texted a mutual friend of ours and asked if he’d talked to him recently and his response, “Naw man, that dude’s caught in a whirlpool of love…”
Shit. I’m never gonna see my computer again until they get bored with each other. So until then, I’m stuck on this god-forsakenly outdated machine that just annoys me to no end no matter what I’m trying to do on it!
I just want the computer I’m used to back. And my friend. Might be nice to actually hang out with him again.
I pit April for leaving me so worn out that when the gastroenterologist’s office called this morning to schedule an appointment I went ahead and scheduled it for 8 a.m. on May 8, which pretty much eliminates the option for me of going to see Star Trek at midnight the night before.
I pit motherfuckers who leave door dings in your car and then don’t leave you a note. I see the size of the ding…there is NO WAY you didn’t know you hit the car. Leave a note, fucker.
And for the asshole who bumped another car while exiting a parallel parking space, I saw you, I got your plate number, and the victim called the cops. From what the cop told me (I was called to confirm the story) you were issued a ticket, even though you drove off and claimed (to the police) not to know you had hit the car. If you can’t tell you hit the car, you don’t deserve to be driving. I heard a noise and saw the car move. I even stood pointedly behind your vehicle, getting your plate number as you waited to pull into traffic. Thankfully, the damage was minimal. I hope your insurance goes up a ton, bastard!
I am sitting here at home waiting for the car people to call me back to tell me they’re done changing my tires, from my snow tires to my regular ones.
And it is fucking snowing. Big white pretty flakes. WTF??? A couple of months ago this would have been awesomely fine by me. But it’s April 29. Snow, feel free to fuck off for a few months.
I used to work within the city limits. Two years ago my office location was moved outside the city limits.
When working in the city, the city was taxing me 2.25%. They should have stopped taxing me when my office location was moved outside the city limits.
Guess what? I’ve been paying city tax last two years. I never knew this, because (stupid me) I never took a close look at my paycheck stub. :smack: I just discovered this just yesterday.
Today I told my employer to stop taking out city tax. But now I’m wondering if I can get back-taxes from the city. Hell if I know.
Holy Herman’s Hickory Smoked Horse Assholes people, eat some fucking fiber. Or make sure the toilet flush is set to ‘Kill’ and not ‘Stun’. There’s nothing quite a lovely as walking into a public stall and discovering that somehow, someone has drawn all over the toilet bowl with a melted Snickers bar.
I’m pretty certain that if you have proof of residency you can file for a refund of the taxes.
Now my rant: thank you fuckwit of a driver that woke me up this morning by smashing into my car parked on the street then taking off. Not like it is a busy thoroughfare with a lot of traffic. No, and idyllic little side street in a good neighborhood. I am just glad you didn’t run over any youngsters on their way to school or someone walking their dog. Hope you’re not dumb enough to come down my street again as I have a pretty good description of your car and even some pieces of it.
I pit the woman yesterday in the grocery store parking lot that has a steep angle to it. Instead of returning your shopping cart to the corral, you just let it go careening away. Wait, you DID try to park it in such a way so that it wouldn’t roll away. But as soon as you let it go, it started to move and you just let it go. Just walked away. Nice try, though! I hope the person’s car that it ran into isn’t too pissed! Lazy, lazy asswipe. Fuck you!
You know what? There is a reason I don’t like being asked to do Very Important Projects with no context. Because months later when it’s clear Very Important Project was fucked up, you suddenly are expecting me to provide context as to why it’s fucked up. Look, I was asked to insert tab A into slot B. I inserted tab A into slot B. Now you’re coming back at me all full of anxiety because this is screwed up and demanding I answer questions I don’t know the answer to because inserting A into B does not inherently involve understanding the tax implications of inserting A into B. And guess who gets to fix it? Me!
This was obvious to me at the time that there was more to this, but I was told “Just Do It”. I wish so badly that this was my real life so I could tell you to fuck off and fix it yourself. Not my problem.
Oh, I gave her every option I could think of. No dice. She wants me to call her when her payments are due. Because apparently opening an envelope with a big “PAYMENT DUE” notice isn’t enough of a reminder. I really despise this woman.
Rant: When I’m giving you my email address, STOP TRYING TO TALK OVER ME!
What is up with all these people asking me to notarize shit they’ve already signed? It’s happened about ten times this week. One particular lady had filled out the form, signed her name, then filled out the jurat, signed her name again in the notary’s space, and slathered the whole thing with white-out. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
For anyone who doesn’t know, the whole idea is that I’m testifying that I saw you sign this paper. Spread the word!
No, I can definitely tell these people what they’re doing wrong, and I can refuse to notarize for whatever reason. “You suck…I mean, I’m not comfortable with this.”
The two main activities of a notary are acknowledging a signature or taking an oath, and I don’t advise anyone on which they should do.
