Typical old man walks into the shop. I watch from the tech area through a one-way mirror. He rambles about Cubase not working properly. Cubase is a music editing program I dabbled with back in 2004. Apparently it’s still going strong?
He comes in multiple times, all about his Cubase not working. Some visits he picks up different cables. All the while rambling and is clearly not understanding what he’s doing but thinking he understands.
The literal worst kind of dumbass.
I no longer interact with the humans who bring in their computers anymore. I immerse myself in my cocoon of soothing computer fans, motherboard beeps, and of course music. It was my first love, after all.
I sort of snapped. Cubase dumbass was talking at my coworker again, so I looked up some tech specs then interjected:
“If you’re running Windows 7 you need to run a minimum of Cubase version 4. You are trying to get version 2 to work. This is the root of your problem.”
Old stupid Cubase dumbass starts to rant about not being able to afford to purchase…
My mind auto-filters dumbass talk that my hacking skills have given me lifelong access to… Ways of overcoming these minor inconveniences. Sucks to be him, I guess. I honestly don’t remember how his answer ended. Not important.
He came in again a few days ago. Same complaints.
I fucking lose my shit. So in retail land that looks like a stern lecture.
“Do you realize you are talking to a musician who studied half a music degree, became an electrician, then a computer tech, and is an audiophile who used Cubase back in 2004. If there is anyone on this planet suited to helping you crowbar this program onto your computer it’s me!”
Cubase dumbass basically watches my mouth move until I’m done, then before I can take my next breath he’s turned and continued his last sentence with my coworker. He could have just coincidentally had an absent seizure and it would have looked the same.
Here comes the worst part: my male coworker continues their conversation as if nothing had happened. I turned on him as soon as Cubase dumbass left.
“Your continued lack of defending me has been noticed.”
“What are you talking about?”
Excruciatingly, I try to explain how my tech advice if given to old men is almost always ignored. Like the latest example.
“But he’s not taking my advice either.” He counters.
“But he’s acknowledging your presence. He’s engaging you in dialogue. He’s asking you questions. He just looked long enough at me until I was done talking. Do you see the difference?”
He shrugs. “I guess you’re more sensitive to these things than me.”