ORNERY = FEELING BETTER

We have been sick, sick, sick, around here for about two weeks now.

We must be feeling better though, and this is why I think this.

When our kids were little and had been real sick for awhile, it always seemed as though once they started feeling better they would be OR-NE-RY!

Well, let me tell you, there is some ornery going on around here today, which tells me, we must be on the mend.

This is how I know;

Robby was filling out an online job application, which he also needed to attach his resume to.
Well it would not except the format he had his resume saved in,
so to say he was more than a bit upset, would be an understatement.

So I cautiously go to see what all the fuss is about,
watching out just in case a mouse goes whizzing by my head,
(he tends to throw his computer mouse, when upset with his computer)

any who…..

I ask what the deal was and his reply, at an audible level in which you would say to someone who is vacuuming and you are trying to let them know that they just sucked up the pet hamster,
He says;
Well actually I have to censor what he said.
Let's just say it was about a five minute rant.
Anyway, let’s just say I got the picture LOUD AND CLEAR.
He was done, spent, sooo over it,
he just won’t apply for that job, he’ll show them.

Now, by this time the whole issue has peeked my curiosity, I think partly do to a genetic make-up flaw I have, you see, I have a huge problem with the word can’t when something or someone uses it with regards to me not being able to achieve or over come something.
Oh, man, then I’m like,
OH bring it, it’s on, it is so on,
I take that as a challenge and I will do my absolute best to prove that it can be done.

Don’t get me wrong,
Robby is no slacker on the computer he does really quite well,
especially for being a self taught student/teacher.
I by no means am a computer whiz or even close.
It’s just I have worked with computers for the past 11 years,
at a company that never supplied me with the right programs, or equipment,
so out of a shear need to survive, and get things done,
I learned how to manipulate what I had to work with, into what I needed it to do.

As I’m sitting there trying to get a look at the whole picture, you know, get up to speed, get the 411, gather all the info.
I have this constant noise in my ear
“just forget it, never mind, it’s not worth wasting this much time on”.
I turn to him to say ………
but, as I look over at him I see the vain bulging on the side of his neck,
and I figure his blood pressure is already through the roof,
so just breathe deep and maybe my quiet calm will spread to him.

With every click of the mouse, scroll, or move of my fingers, I hear,
“I already tried that, it won’t let you do that, no, nope, you have to do this, click this”,
okay, so now I’m thinking,
{hey, wait a minute here Bub, you don’t even know what it is I’m trying to accomplish, so seriously, you’re going to dictate, ummm, I mean suggest what, when, why and how I should try something.}
I manage to stay focused,
I will not be distracted, I shall prevail, I cannot fail!

Needless to say though, he was making me N E R V O U S,
I just kept hearing,
“don’t loose my resume, no don’t go there it always makes my computer jam, that program won’t work, I never set it up and you need some product key which is stupid because that program came loaded with the computer so am I supposed to pull the key out of my…..”
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PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP,

I can’t think, I can’t hear myself think, I just want the noise to stop.
So what is a girl to do?
I turn to him and with my hand poised like a naked sock puppet,
(naked because, I of course did not really have a sock on my hand, not because I am into some weird naked sock pupet thing, or anything like that, gees, the way your mind works)
anyway, I'm working my hand like it is, a talking sock puppet, and I say;
“you can yammer at me all you want, I am going to sit here until I figure it out, so if you don’t want to waste any more of your time, please feel free to walk away."

Now, as we both sit there in our stubborn silence,
yet, now, with much reduced tension,
and frankly, both a bit amused at my hand puppet gesture,
I keep clicking, moving from one screen to another, saving, copying, pasting, and typing away.

Dang it, try one same result that he got,
MAN, try two, foiled again, but I think I'm getting closer.
Of course now he is feeling a bit better about his attempts at this,
and I'm feeling a bit more determined.

Think, THINK, T H I N K,

there has to be a way to beat this machine.
I've had far more worthy opponents before,

Okay,
here we go,
I think I’m on to something now.

Final click,
submit,
wait for it………

Confirmation your application has been accepted.