The T43 Interview Sequel

Well, it's the holidays. And since it's crappy condicive, and on top of that it's late at night...

Interviewer: Hi Glass Cookie's (GC) laptop! I believe we haven't met. Allow me to introduce my...

GC's Laptop (interrupting): Hey, where's that previous guy?

Interviewer (taken aback): Erm, well... as much as I could remember, he said he was pretty fine with this assignment a month ago. But just this morning, he called to say that he needed to go on MC. And come what may literally, he would not come to work. Weird. Even with the boss talking to him, he was adamant in not coming.

GC's Laptop: Hmmm, what a funny friend you have. Humans are funny.

Interviewer: Well, I guess that's how you see it. And as I was saying, allow me to introduce myself...

GC's Laptop (interrupting, again): Hey! Give me a name! [Looking eagerly at the interviewer]

Interviewer (getting puzzled, and trying not to be irritated at being cut off): Erm, aren't you called a laptop?

GC's Laptop: Yup. But I do not have a name. You don't really call another human friend 'human', right?

Interviewer (with that look that goes "Sigh, I guess we'll not proceed until I answer this question"): Hmmm, let me think...

GC's Laptop: Cool! [Looks more eagerly at the interviewer] Tell me! Tell me!

Interviewer: Hmmm, since from my friend's records, you're freqenty used for games. How about 'the gamer's haven'?

GC's Laptop: No way! That sounds like some pathetic LAN shop with similar counterparts that are inferior to a high quality product that I am.

Interviewer (raising an eyebrow): But I thought some of those Pentium 4 chips, though older than you are, could process stuff faster than you do, since they are desktops? [Trying to conceal a smile, resulting from satisfaction that he did his homework]

GC's Laptop: Oh, well... I'm smaller. What do you expect?

Interviewer (finding an opportunity to continue the interview): By the way, I have a series of questions for you.

GC's Laptop: Sure thing. What is it?

Interviewer (with a look that says "Phew, finally..."): How long do you work a day?

GC's Laptop: Hmmm, now that it's the holidays, I work about a few hours a day. It's lesser than during my master's school term.

Interviewer: Oh, is that because he doesn't use you to study for now?

GC's Laptop: Yup. I guess. But his gaming and blogging hours are about the same. A few hours a day or so. But when he initiated his personal mugger mode program, he cut off lots of it. They're all back now. It's funny that his gaming and bloging hours are about the same even though his trip is this monday.

Interviewer: Oh, OK. Hmmm... doesn't he have to pack?

GC's Laptop: Well, he was blogging halfway that he has yet to pack his bag. He was also crappily rationalising that since he has packed his school bag since primary school, packing a bag for a trip wouldn't require too much effort. So, he felt he could accomplish this on Sunday night itself. Then, he cancelled the post. Funny.

Interviewer: Hmmm, why did he do that?

GC's Laptop: I don't know. But based on his blogging records at night, I guess he felt crappier. As I said, humans are funny. You are funny too.

Interviewer (somewhat intrigued): Oh, and how am I funny?

GC's Laptop: Like other humans, you're terrible at giving names. That's funny since humans were empowered to name things since their creation time estimated around B.C. 4000-3070 or something, according to my internet sources. Aren't they supposed to be good at giving names since that many years ago?

Interviewer: What? You're still at it?

GC's Laptop: Still at what? That sounds undefined.

Interviewer (thinking it's wiser not to answer that question): OK, next question. So what do you do when your master's not using you?

GC's Laptop: It depends. It's good that he's practising the piano more often now, since that leaves a higher chance for me to rest. When he's practising the piano or off somewhere, two things could happen. He could be downloading stuff, or he could not be downloading stuff.

Interviewer (with the look that says "I'm trying not to insult you here"): Well, that sounded... obvious. So where does all that link to?

GC's Laptop (without the look that says "I'm trying not to insult you here". In fact, it was quite the opposite of that of the interviewer): Isn't that obvious? I'm either downloading stuff or none at all. [making a sound that sounded like a scoff]

Interviewer (irritated that the question wasn't really answered, and mumbling to himself): Oh, now I know why that joker refused to come to work today.

GC's Laptop: Hmmm? Can't hear you. I can't hear you.

Interviewer: OK, one last question. How do you find your master?

GC's Laptop: Man, he's a slave driver. Although he's only half a slave driver this holidays, he'll always be a slave driver to me. Can you imagine all the work I have to do? Run his games, play and rip his mp3s, update this and that, check his mail, let him do his blogging... etc.

Interviewer: But that's what you're for, right?

GC's Laptop: Yup. I'm the laptop for the job man. And hey, you better not tell him or else...

Interviewer (interrupting, before he hears any freaky threat that made his friend look pale after one particular interview): Don't worry about it. My lips are sealed. [suddenly trying to look urgent about something] Oh, I've gotta go now. Thank you for your time.

GC's Laptiop: OK. Bye bye.

[Interviewer leaves hurriedly, and looking glad that this is finally over]

OK, it's getting late now, so I'd better hurry to the place where their national anthem is Lalala (ie. Lala land) lest I cannot wake up in time for church.