Scared, My Ass

So, a while ago, I got this new laptop, which I love dearly.

There are rules that should be followed when it comes to computers, number one being no food and drink near the computer.

I rarely follow this rule.

And it's a rule for a reason. If you eat and drink near your computer...it's not IF...it's WHEN...you spill something on it, you will be screwed.

Soda does things to computers that is nearly unspeakable.

And, after having killed the last one, you'd think I would have learned.

Nope.

So, one morning, I am barely awake, and pouring my first Dr. Pepper.

I have turned my computer on, and I'm reading something online.

I pick my Dr. Pepper can back up to finish pouring the rest of it into the glass, when I notice, I'm pouring it right on the keyboard.

Oh lord, I suck.

Oh yeah, sticky keys and all.

Well, I figured if all I had to deal with was sticky keys, I could live with that and sighed a sigh of relief.

Well, the other day I turned it on and went to type something and noticed that one of my keys didn't work.

Well, hell.

I didn't really want to mention it to The Senior Chief because I really didn't feel like taking the shit he was going to give me.

So, I ordered a new keyboard online. Which was amazingly cheap. I didn't know what I was going to do if it was horrible.

So, this morning, I replaced the keyboard on my laptop and everything is working just peachy!

Woo hoo! I'm not real sure if I rock, or if I suck, though. Probably rock. A lot of folks can break shit, but being able to fix what you break is skill.

Although, this particular job wasn't all that hard.

Scared of fixing shit, my ass!