As I sit waiting for my next tech support shift to come, thoughts of what drives me to be such a money-mongling bastard come to mind. What has been truly driving my quest to seek out the most lucrative of futures? The answer, though simple, yet not so, has arisin asonishingly easily: my significant other. Going back on what previous entries have said, I expunge on what she deserves, and have defined my happiness through our own harmonious existence. Happiness isn't perhaps fueled by money as much as it is lubricated by it. This isn't as much a complaint as it is an observation (I initially inexplicably typed "exaggeration." Freudian slip?). Comfort is, after all, the best nurturing ground for complacent bliss.

And as for tech support, I share with you two little experiences I have had in my hopefully short tenure with T*l*n*tw*rks.

Ryan: Alright, your computer's back up and running, right?
Teenaged Customer: Yeah, just need to let all this garbage load up.
Ryan: Off the record, try msconfig to try and disable some of that stuff.
Teenaged Customer: Off the record?
Ryan: Yep, I didn't tell you anything, and if anything goes wrong you can't run crying to ********.net.
Teenaged Customer: K, looks like the connection is back up; I can log back on to Limewire.
Ryan: So what kind of legitimate music are we trying to download today?

Ancient Woman: My printer prints my e-mails only in blue.
Ryan: Ma'am, we're DSL connection tech support, perhaps you should call your printer manufacturer.