I just spent a fucking hour and a fucking half with my mother on the fucking phone planning our fucking vacation. She is so fucking infuriating sometimes. She has a fucking computer at her fucking house but can’t fucking figure out how to fucking use it. It’s really fucking annoying.
She was looking for information on conferences and she literally does this?
- Mom: Did you look for “psychiatry travel seminars”?
- Me: Yes, and 700 zillion things pop up, but only two are relevant.
- Mom: How about “travel seminars psychiatry”?
- Me: Mom, changing the order of the words doesn’t change that most of the 7 zillion results are irrelevant.
- Mom: Just try it.
- Me: Fine. Would you look at that? Only 2 web pages are relevant.
- Mom: How about “travel psychiatry seminars”?
- Me: Are you kidding me?
I used every derivation of “travel”, “seminar” and “psychiatry” I could come up with. Endless and pointless combinations. We went back and forth for 90 minutes only to go back to the first two fucking web pages I gave her at the beginning of the god damn conversation. That’s 90 minutes I will never ever fucking get back.