My daughter is in her first year of Jr. College and I pretty proud of the way she’s cleaned up her act from her high school days. She’s getting decent grades and seems to be enjoying herself. She also lost some baby fat and at 5’11" is down to 175 lbs, and her face structure and shape are quite attractive. Classically beautiful even. She’s even getting love “poems” from an infatuated boy she’s friends with.
She’s heavily into electronic music, and is so invested in turntables, DJ hardware, and bedroom mixing my pet nickname for her is “The Cartridge Queen”. She’s a little bit of a geek like me and tries to fix things herself. Her favorite present is a 256 meg thumb drive I gave her, that she wears around her neck, and keeps her music and college papers on.
So everything seemed to be going fine until yesterday, when I picked her up from college yesterday. “What’s that?” I asked as she got into the car. “It’s a mixer!” she said brightly. “I can see that I replied, but it’s not your mixer. Why does it have a sticky note on it that says “BROKEN! Elizabeth Please Fix!””?
“Oh I told one of the guys in the computer club I’d look at it for him.” she said. I’ll hook it up to my system, and see if it’s something simple like a setting he’s messed up."
Proud of her can do attitude, and yet mindful of how these things often go, I took deep breath and said “You don’t want to do that.” Why not?" she asked. Look at me Elizabeth. I make a decent livng as a commercial real estate agent, and yet I look back now and realize how many hours, days, months and years I wasted poking around inside PCs trying to fix peoples junk. You need to concentrate on your studies. if you get the reputation for being a hardware fix it wizard, every sick little piece of hardware will be bundled up for you to look at. Huge, giant, enormous chunks of your life will be gobbled up because you feel an obligation to help people fix their crappy hardware. If I could have every hour back that spent screwing around wth PCs, I would have sold uncounted millions of dollars worth of real estate with that time, or spent the time outdoors, or living life. Fixing broken crap for free, or even a few dollars, is a no win place to be Elizabeth."
“But I’m just trying to help!” She replied, exasperated at my glurge.
“OK, but you’ve got to promise me one thing!” I muttered darkly “You will not unscrew the cover, and start poking around with the contacts”! If it’s not the settings you will hand it back!" “But I’ve got a screwdriver!” she said. “PROMISE ME!” I barked. Don’t go inside that mixer, that way lies madness!"
“'Sigghh… Okaayy. I won’t go inside it.”
I know she’s lying to me, but at least I feel better. The lie comforts me.