Complaining

Ian, if you’re gonna be in this family, I get you some earplugs because the Portokalos women, if they’re not nagging someone… THEY DIE! - My Big Fat Greek Wedding

You know those people who are always complaining. Anything, they’ll complain about anything. And not just in that humourous, need something to write in my blog way. Actual nagging to the point where dollars need to be spent in order to appease the complainer.

So there’s this person who owns a laptop. At first she was complaining that she needed a proper size keyboard for the laptop. At that point, she began stealing the keyboard from my desktop. That’s fine with me. I don’t mind sharing my keyboard. As long as she puts it back when she’s done. She, of course, never put it back. Her birthday came around so, happy birthday, here’s a keyboard. I bought the women a new keyboard. A standard Logitech USB keyboard, nothing too fancy, but it’s got all the keys and is rather comfortable. That was about eight or nine months ago. I took a look at that keyboard this past weekend. I couldn’t find it under the inch of dust. I don’t think this keyboard has ever been used.

Recently, this person has been complaining that her laptop is too slow and she needs a new computer. Presto, for Christmas, a new laptop. I don’t like it. I need a desktop computer. Exchange it for a desktop. So I asked her, “If you have the space for a desktop machine, which you don’t, what’s wrong with the laptop?” Her answer, “The keyboard is too small.” This person is well aware that you can plug full sized keyboards into laptops and this new laptop is pretty well equipped for standard stuff like that. This new laptop has 3 USB ports, so she can plug in her keyboard, printer and one other thing.

I am convinced that this woman would rather complain than have the thing, whatever it may be, done right at all. She wanted a keyboard, so she got a keyboard. As soon as she got the keyboard, she didn’t want it anymore. She just wanted to complain. Then the computer was too slow, so she could a new computer that is much faster. Guess which one is on the floor collecting dust while she plays computer solitaire.

Before anybody comments that this woman is a [insert negative word here], she is my mother and I do love her as any son should love his mother. I just need to vent my rage a bit.

Tags: Computers, Women?