Now that Man-Child has set off to seek fame, fortune and an education all help desk responsibilities; along with all the chit-chat, please-talk-to-me-I've-had-no-one-to-talk-to-all-day responsibilities (we HAVE to find this man a job and someone else to talk to, STAT!); have fallen squarely on my shoulders.
Responsibilities that are irritating the very life out of me, if the truth be told. Especially after the past three days.
Our remote control died. This did not concern me AT ALL but it bothered He-Who-Must-Have-The-TV-On-Constantly (aka Hubby) to no end. The how and why a remote can just up and die out of nowhere escapes me, but there you go. Apparently, they do. So he went out to buy a new remote.
Hubby, being Hubby (and, to be fair, because of our lack of funds) bought the cheapest remote possible. And then proceeded to spend the entire day trying to program it to our tv. And when that didn't work, enlisted me; after I'd spent a
My determination? That the remote was a piece of junk and he needed to return it and buy a more expensive model. The basis of this determination? Because I've already been down this road more than once....since apparently we kill off remotes left and right around here. I figure they are dying from overuse, but that's just my opinion.
So yesterday, he returns the one and gets the more expensive model (which, of course, I had to hear all about) and gets it to work.....sorta; at least it turned the tv off and on and changed channels....but that was it. But because the Giants were on last night - but NOT on regular tv, of course, I was once again enlisted to "fix" it so he could connect the tv to the laptop and stream the game.
After an hour of not being able to get the remote to do anything other than change channels and turn off and on, I finally told him that he had no choice but to watch the game on the laptop......which then necessitated me figuring out how to download whatever special software, etc. was needed to actually watch the game.....
Eventually, it was all done and he was happily watching the game and I could go to bed. Thank God.
And then there was today. Today, I spent (no lie) FIFTEEN MINUTES trying to explain to him, over the phone, how he could simultaneously attach two documents to an email......yes, seriously.
I love that man with all my heart. I do! But his effort to slowly drive me insane is working. And it's working well.
Very, very well.