Real Bad News

Yesterday at work I got a very 'concerned' message from a geek squad guy.

I have been dealing with computer problems since January, and after the last fiasco ('jay z is da shit'), I thought Best Buy would quickly resolve the issue with their amazingly hot geek squad team.

Boy, was I wrong.

I was taking my break when I noticed that someone from a new york area code phoned me about 5 times. I started to worry. Maybe something happen to my dad. Maybe something happened to Michelle. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. When I listened to the message, a man introduced himself as a geek squad agent and that he had encountered some serious problems when running the diagnostic test. He sounded serious and concerned. Which is something you do not expect from a geek squader.

I called best buy back immediately. What happened to this being a simple software problem. what happen to it being a (not so) simple hard drive problem. When I got on the phone with an agent she put me on hold and got me in touch with the agent who tried to repair my computer.

His name was Peter. He had a soft voice. He said that when he ran the diagnostic test my computer crashed. Hardcore. So he ran another one. A stronger one. And guess what, my computer not only annihilated that test but it went into a coma (she won't turn on). He wanted to talk to me about my options. But they are few. It appears to be the motherboard. But because my computer has shut down completely he can't even be sure about that. I can either have them ship it off to who knows where, where they will be able to fix the problem for a ridiculous price OR I need to invest in getting a new computer. He was nice and calm. I cried on the phone. He apologized and offered his condolences, but they did all they could do.

Now I have no idea what to do. I cannot invest anymore money into a computer that after 4 years just isn't worth it to be honest. But how can I afford a new computer. I could buy a really cheap one but how long will that last. I hate being an adult.

In a month I will be 24 years old. This is frightening because at 24 I work retail, live in a room, and can't afford basic necessities (okay that's a stretch but I am very emotional today). I don't know where the time went or why it went, or why I can't just get all of it back. I want to get all of it back, I hate where I am at in my life right now. When I was younger, you can bet that I didn't think 24 would look like this. If it had I would have found a way to prevent growing up.

It's not even the computer issue itself. My mom couldn't understand why I was so sad on the phone later that night. She assured me that this was not a huge issue, she gave me the 'you have your health and life' conversation. But I just feel bad that she continues to support my impulsive move to New York, and subsequent setbacks that i have to go to her to resolve. And though I know that a computer will be coming my way in a few short weeks (I sort of want an HP, any suggestions?) I hate feeling like this dream....this thing I set out to do is falling through. And that I am not only disappointing her, but myself in some weird way.

So yeah. The library will be my friend for a while. I'll just have to get use to writing here. And the weird smells. Hey, i'm starting to feel that optimism thing again...

In other news. After I spent my break crying to Peter and my mom I had to get back to work. Because I need the money to afford living. As I was heading to customer service I seriously got accosted by a customer.

I have 18 minutes to explain.... So I was at customer service when a guy came up to me and asked me for an application. I told him that we aren't really hiring but that if he filled one out the managers would hold onto it for a year. I thought after I said that he would go away. You know, because he had his application in his hand. But he sort of lingered around. Asking me questions sort of related to the job and myself.

He was creepy. Beyond creepy and I made a quick exit. But he followed me throughout the store asking me to help him with his application. I told him that I didn't have the time to do that because I had to help customers looking to buy books. He seemed offended but then went away. He came back 5 minutes later to ask me about a specific question on the application. But he didn't want to ask me in front of the other customers. He wanted me to come in the corner near the children's department. Sure red flags were waving, but even with all his creepiness, I felt safe in the store at least with a guard at each end of the store and customers inches away.

So I went in the corner. It was there that he asked me for my name and phone number followed by a question about how old I was. He seemed disappointed at my age and then proceeded to do the whole creepy guy thing. I managed to walk away before he fondled any parts of the boob but I felt nervous and scared.

Turns out, after I disappeared from him he went to customer service and asked my manager for my name and the hours that I work. She of course, told him that information like that cannot be given out. He then came up to the cash register where I was and tried to get my attention but I made a bee-line for an aisle, where McAbs was cleaning something.

Jeepers. I have had my fair share of creepy guys but this guy was in another league. I am thinking about taking up some kick boxing class. Combined with how much Buffy the Vampire Slayer I have been watching lately, I feel like maybe I do have to empower myself. Especially because I give off the defenseless vibe.

I told McAbs about the incident, and at first he laughed. But then when he drove me home that night he was like "dude next time, just come and get me. I'll kick his fucking teeth in.' I've never heard such sweet words come out of someone that hot.

Damn him and his muscles.

So yeah, I have ten minutes remaining. This sucks. I will try to get here more often and suck up my aversion to the library. And the smell. I miss this place.

Until Then,

Becks

PS. Snail Mail to be sent out shortly.