Nothing makes you appreciate analog life like spending your days debugging other people’s digital disasters. I’ve developed a strange duality: at work, I’m a patient tech whisperer—at home, I use a laptop actually made of paper and miss my old Blackberry Pearl brick phone.
There’s something poetic about troubleshooting internet servers all day, then deliberately reading paper books to escape screens. Or meticulously organizing corporate cybersecurity, while my personal passwords are scribbled on sticky notes under my keyboard (don’t tell my manager).
I think every IT person secretly nurses one tech rebellion. Mine? I refuse smart home devices. After years of hearing “Hey Google, why won’t you—?”, the last thing I want is my own appliances gaslighting me.
This isn’t hypocrisy—it’s sanity. The more I fix technology’s chaos for others, the more I crave control over my own. So yes, I’ll debug your problem with a smile… then go home and manually flip light switches like some kind of analog peasant. And I’ll enjoy every second of it.