Post by AUSTIN BROOKS on Nov 8, 2019 2:03:37 GMT -5
“Don’t be a dick.” He jammed his finger against the touchscreen again. All things considered, he was better than could be expected with technology. He could type proficiently but, sometimes, this newfangled nonsense annoyed the hell out of him. He missed papyrus. It may not have been as efficient but at least it never froze on him. He was never frustrated with papyrus. When they upgraded to parchment? Smooth as silk, baby. And quills with ink? Holy shit. Then some asshole came up with typewriters and he took it on the chin, begrudgingly trying to keep up with society. Now? Now he had to type on screens with little finicky keys. Nonsense! The modern world was actively trying to annoy him into a very belated grave. Austin gave the computer a few more forceful jabs out of frustration before a low growl escaped him. Fine. You know what? Fine. He slumped over on his desk, head resting on one hand, staring at the screen that refused to respond to his, obviously, very nuanced commands. Austin watched it for a moment, heart fluttering when the screen briefly flickered like it might do something before freezing up once more. His patience for technology had maintained an impressive average of zero over the last 50 years. With great annoyance weighing on him, Austin hauled himself out of the chair. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?” The computer continued its silent protest. He glared at it. Austin was caught between two things he hated the most: technological frustration and asking for help. Unfortunately, his patience for certain things had not developed over the years. He either had get help or hurl the whole system out the window. It might have been kind of fun to throw the computer through the glass but that would probably end in him answering some questions and he was not in the mood. Austin stomped around the desk and out of the room, marching with purpose towards Georgie’s office. Ask for help but do it quickly. Rip it off like a band aid. That was the plan. He rounded the corner and stuck his head over the threshold. “Georgie,” Austin leaned against the door frame. He paused, trying to beat back his pride to get through the next part. He hated looking inept, even in front of her. “This stupid ass thing is frozen again.” Had this been the first time he’d come slinking to her door for tech support, he may have elaborated. This was, however, an unfortunately regular occurrence. “Can you, uh...” He made a typing gesture with his hands. “Y’know.” Austin jerked his head in the general direction of his office. Another pause before a begrudging, “...please?”
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