I used to love road trips. The excitement of seeing some place new, new places to shop, new faces to meet. So much untold new things. So, why is it that I am not excited about the next road trip my geek has told me about? Because this one is a computer related road trip. Like pretty much all of the ones we have made in the last 2 years.
Just once, I would love to have my geek come up and say “Hey! Let’s go somewhere *you* want to go to.” But no, that is not what goes down around here. I get an email asking me to make arrangements to go to this state or that, as cheaply as we can, and off we go. Ok, I am well aware that fun can be had on the cheap. I am actually pretty good at finding awesome stuff to do on the cheap or free. We end up having to go as quick as we can with no time to stop anywhere neat, or even stop at a place that looks cool as we are driving past.
It is very much like when we go shopping together. He wants to go into the store, pick up exactly what he came there for, pay and leave. In 5 minutes or less. He does not enjoy the experience of shopping for the perfect thing, not going in with anything in mind, just looking for inspiration. I think I am going to make some “us time” mandatory on this trip. Or at least some shopping time. It has gotten so I dread these road trips.
The time on the road is great, though. We talk the whole time. More often than not, we get along even though we see things pretty differently, we usually respect each others viewpoints. I never have to dumb down a conversation and he doesn’t either (I don’t think.) We both really enjoy spending time together. But sometimes it feels like it is all about what he wants to do, and not what we both want to do. I feel like I am always giving and he only rarely does. It may not actually be that way, but this is where I come to vent, and he doesn’t get a say so nenner nenner nenner. 😛
So, while I heard way more than I ever wanted to about VPN’s today, I am not bald. While I wanted to at times pull hair out, it was not mine I wanted to grab a hold of. Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t even my geek’s hair that I wanted to pull out either. It was the friend.
Every time my geek or I would try to change the subject, a few times the subject had been changed for a full 5 minutes, and the friend kept dragging the conversation back to the first thing discussed when he got here hours ago. How he has hair left, I do not know.
I know I think my guy is dense sometimes, I forget that it is not just him. While I like some of his fiends, I can talk almost all of them in small doses. This one today, I wanted to strangle . I have on occasion been pointed to the differences between Nerds and Geeks. Namely that nerds tend to be smart to the point they cannot possibly be socially adept. Geeks are technically inclined, smart and can carry on a conversation, they have a bit of charisma. Nerds you just want to punch so they will go away.
Then again, maybe it is just me. Or just the nerds I have known. There are certain personality quirks that irritate the snot out of me, that do not bother others in the least. And the other way around. I have some friends, and so does my geek, that others cannot stand to be around. They just don’t bother us. They can be pretty entertaining even.
Lucky for me, I got a nice old fashioned migraine about 2 hours before the guy had to leave so I got to ditch our company and go lay down in a dark, cold, quite room and rest. Given the choice, I would pick a migraine over a nerd who doesn’t shut up any day.
So, I spent the day shopping. On his card. He sent me a text just to check and see if I was ok/if his card was smoking yet. Pretty sure I cannot complain about that. Today was a good day. Tomorrow a friend is coming by. They will be geeking it up. I will go crazy trying to follow a conversation or two that has 3 letter acronyms for this or that computer related thing. I will want to pull my hair out. For tonight, it is fully intact.
So, as it turns out, I don’t like it when my geek tried to help me do the heavy stuff. I mean, ok an extra pair of helping hands sounds like a nice idea. Especially when they are attached to a pretty strong guy.
The problem is when it takes 45 minutes discussing the best route in which to move the damn dresser from this wall to that wall. It could have easily moved it 3 times by then. And only then is he ready to start moving it. Grr!
A graph this complex to show the amount of force it will take to move the dresser depending on where it is pushed from, what material it is sliding across and what sandwich you ate for lunch is not going to help.
If it is your equipment, my grandmothers china hutch or something else that is more or less irreplaceable, it is appreciated. When it is the dresser we got for free from Craigslist, not so much. And it is not like we have to lift it and carry it across the state. We can put some cardboard under the feet and push. It does not take a EE degree to figure this out. Charts, drawings, even a general floor plan are not needed. Just shove it till its kinda over there at that wall.
You say women are difficult. I have two words for you buddy. Puh leese!
I just have to know, is it my geek or all geeks who are crazy anal about putting things in “their place.” Seriously, who puts their keys down in the same spot at night? It is nothing for me to lose my keys multiple times a day. My geek never loses his. (Unless he hands them to me that is…but that is not today’s topic.)
I swear you can almost see the markings on the dresser from where things get put down at night. My stuff is everywhere, his stuff is piled up in the same spot. Every night. Always. I know it is a little thing, but it drives me batty sometimes! Now if he where to bop around and lose his keys, I would be a bit more perturbed I am sure. But since that is not the case, this is what I am going to rail on about. I mean really. You can’t remember the conversation we had last week, but the specs of your favorite computer and where your keys are, that stuff in ingrained? I don’t get it. Probably never will.
The part that kills me? He will ask “Why can’t you put your stuff in the same place?” Why? Oh, well because I am rather busy trying to keep up with *everything* else! You know, feeding you, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, grocery shopping, and when there is time I would actually like to have some me time. You know, for all that girly stuff. Manicures, pedicures, 3 1/2 seconds to breathe without having to worry about absolutely everything I have to be doing. All of the optional stuff. Please forgive me if I don’t always put things back where they “belong.”
Also, just because something was at some point arbitrarily placed somewhere does not mean that it should never be moved. Just because I set something in the bedroom on the floor near the door in a mad dash to make it to the bathroom after shopping and 5 bottles of water does not mean that is it’s home. It is just where something landed. It can be moved. In fact it should move. Just because I set it there, if every time either of us walking in or out of the bedroom in a sleep stupor, does not mean you can not move it. Please do. I really don’t care if something has been relocated. If it is mine, just let me know. I promise I will not blow a gasket.
Ok I feel that I have gone on quite enough for today. Please, tell me your biggest pet peeve about your geek.