oh no, the curse of the handyman is back. Apparently im mr FIXIT again.
SERIOUSLY, i dont get it why SOME people ONLY FIND ME when they NEED ME.
Im BADLY IRRITATED. happened before, happened again. Be is fixing some it stuff, or art or money? Im not the bank, not your personal graphic designer AND DEFINATELY not your it technician. Like you havent talk to me in so many years(depending on WHO!) and now u come knocking on my door, asking for my help. ANd especially for a MORE SELECT FEW who repeats this random PAUSE AND FAmilirity, this routine is becomming More ANNYOYING. Do they have any courtesy to treat me as A HUMAN BEING at all? or AM I A TOOL? im not doing anymore of that crap! period.
