You know what? I wouldn't get such horrific anxiety every time I had a computer problem if I thought for ONE MINUTE that I might get some help, or that you even give two shits about it. Every time there's a problem, I'm left twisting in the fucking wind and told "don't worry about it" by you. That's awesome, I'll just be over here not able to do my job because the fucking software doesn't work right, and I won't worry about it! Woot! And the fucking CW that you refuse to fire, who doesn't have DICK to do but shows up here all the time anyway.... I can't listen to her anymore. I can't. You deal with her fucking ass when she went through THREE ink cartridges and still couldn't get her printer to work because it was OUT OF FUCKING PAPER. I can't. You know what? OF COURSE I have anxiety. And it's whatever, dude. Go home and ignore any problems I might have. Cool cool.