Ayo...I'm Sick of Using Technology

I hate it.

I love it when it fixes my red-eye and deletes my adult-acne out of pictures, when it connects me with old friends, when I find awesome deals online shopping or when I can look up ESPN news.

I hate it, however...when I am trying to print important documents pertaining to my future (read as the Firm is beginning the onboarding process and I have to fill out a billion forms so they know I am not an illegal alien. Dear Firm, I am not an illegal alien. Now stop making me fill out these forms) and I am sitting there yelling at my laptop because the printer won't connect.

I checked the printer. On.
Cable. Connected.

Ok...one more time.

Printer. ON.
Cable. Oh Crap.

I know this didn't seem like a long process but I sat there for a good 5 minutes yelling at the computer before I decided to even check anything out. Then another 2 minutes after I checked the first time and what did I find?

This is what is supposed to happen...
...however, I had decided to plug it into the place where you put your modem. You know a modem, the one that makes all the crazy noises that we all used to have to hear when we were small tweens and had AOL accounts.

Moral of the story: The Firm should be less worried about whether I'm illegal and more worried that I can't use a USB.