The British Invasion
As I previously mentioned the company I work for was acquired by a much larger company. This new company is British. In the past I have embraced and loved all things British: Mrs. AK, Hobnobs, obnoxious Union Kack clothing, The Beatles and The Sex Pistols. After this week, I’m starting to feel a bit less loving towards the Brits.
There have been a lot of changes lately, and as many of you know I’m not good with change. I tend to lean towards stability. yeah, yeah…”change is exciting”, blah blah—I don’t buy it.
Today my beloved mac was replaced by a pc (gasp!). I held my little Lois one last time giving her a little rub on her special spot, when the British computer guy ripped her from my hands. But, I don’t give up so easily; I held on for dear life. He finally gave me a very threatening look and firmly told me to let go.
So what did i do
Well I did my best to embrace the change and let go. Although, I did write her name with a Sharpie on the bottom, when he wasn’t looking; her next owner deserves to know what to call her.
I have a feeling I’m in for a very bumpy ride.
Sarah–
A black day indeed. You will hate life as a M$FT drone, doomed like millions of other indentured sheep, with no choice but to endure hours of pain with a second-rate operating system.
But there’s a silver lining– uh, you klnow, silver-gray… well, okay kind of a dull gray… okay, I’m lying, you’re totally screwed.
Mikey
On several occasions, when I worked next-door to the London Market, I ate a whole roll of HobNobs for lunch. I’m not proud of it, but I would do it again.
You can’t just take a person’s Mac away. I’m certain that was actually what the Boston Tea Party was all about.