my mom is so thick.
she has been completely taken in by the latest ransomware virus. And she’s asking me if my mister can fix her computer. Not if I can fix it. Guess who set up our wireless network, not once, not twice, but FOUR fucking separate times? Me. Guess who discovered someone trying to spoof our router last year, and guess who fixed it? Me.
I googled the symptoms of her virus and the FIRST hit described almost exactly what she’s experiencing. She couldn’t use a fucking search engine? Seriously?! Are you that gullible? Ugh. Now I get to spend my weekend fixing her computer. And the next time it happens (cause there will be a next time cause she doesn’t know how to set up or maintain a firewall, like it takes any maintenance except for maybe checking the security log when something out of the ordinary is happening or maybe setting up a MAC address restriction, which I am definitely going to recommend since she can’t be bothered to exercise a little common sense), she’ll ask me again if my mister can fix her computer, conveniently forgetting that it was ME that fixed it the last time, and the time before that.
So I’m on OK Cupid, just reading my old profile and seeing how I answered questions back then cause I’m super bored (I actually met my mister there… going on 5 years and our 2nd wedding anniversary is next week. okc did something right I guess). And I look to the left, and one of my suggestions is my friend Nessa’s ex-boyfriend. Good job, okc.