This is inspired by the last phone conversation I had with my dad, for over an hour last night - trying to set up my "new" laptop for work, which is actually a shit-box hand-me-down from one of the programmers. I feel like I'm using someone else's toothbrush and wearing their skid stained underwear and I don't know where anything is located, nor can I get anything to work.
(If you know the song, this is adapted from the tune Oh Father, by Madonna)
(If you know the song, this is adapted from the tune Oh Father, by Madonna)
Oh Father, I need you to help me
They switched my laptop upon me
Why can't I get on the net?
It's funny that way, just copy the settings
from your other computer
What a brilliant idea
I should have thought that myself.
You should know this by now
I don't care for this stuff, I never thought I would
This is making me cry; why won't it connect?
I really wish you were here!
It was just yesterday
My old one was working and nothing was wrong
Oh, the anger I feel
Oh Father, I'm losing my shit.
Maybe someday
When I look back I'll be able to say
Just look in the advanced properties
Change the configuration.
Oh Father, you might have to come over
Wait! It's working; what did we do?
I don't know but I'm online.
You have helped me out
I rocked this shit, I never thought I would
I won't have to cry, it once had the power
I never felt so good about myself.
I can sing a wicked harmony to this tune.....love it!
haha