Chicago, eleven am. Raphael was sitting in his apartment that sat over his workshop, having a bowl of cereal. He’d gotten up much later than he’d meant to, and not even coffee was going to fix this problem, so he’d just gotten himself a nice bowl of fruit loops for breakfast. He needed to go back over the nearby university’s website problem too. Someone had done something, was all he’d been told, and that they needed him to fix it. Their IT people were either on vacation, or couldn’t figure it out or something. Their email request hadn’t been all that clear.
He clicked through his emails again, double checking that he’d gotten all the information. Yep. They just couldn’t fix it. He didn’t know how the hell that school got on with the people that it had. Their website had been, mostly, fine before they asked him to clean it up but now some local kids kept hacking it? Did they even do any kind of checking? Raph had gone through that website every time that something happened and it was almost always the same change. They would alter one of the main links of the site so that it would send the clicker to some kind of porn site, it was a pretty juvenile hack, honestly.
Deleting that email, he began to go down his list seeing another person that needed more RAM, another one that wanted a graphics card replaced. He couldn’t help but groan at the other two. Could people really not follow a damned Youtube video? He ran his hands through his hair in annoyance. It was the same kind of annoyance that he used to have whenever the people came into his old teacher’s shop. After all, they didn’t know what they were doing, they didn’t want to learn, they just kept moving forward as though they didn’t need to learn anything.
Hell, at least Raphael could change the oil and tires on his own car! At least he knew what charger his phone used and where his computer’s power cord was. It got on his nerves when he had to help people that just didn’t try to improve themselves, but that was the very nature of his job. He had to help them. And so help them he did. In the last week alone he’d made a fair amount of progress, and a rather healthy profit despite the parts that he was having to order.
He continued scrolling through his emails looking for something exciting, and were he just skimming through them like usual he would’ve missed something important. As it was, though, he received an email from his boss that someone important would be coming through the area and that Raphael should meet him, though the name wasn’t one he remembered. Avon de Grey? He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair a second time. What in the world was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to greet such a man?
Slowly, he got into his suit, only slightly annoyed that he was doing so on his day off. He didn’t mind dressing up nicely, as he did it a lot for meetings, but on a day off? It was more of a nuisance than anything. Plus this guy would probably want a specific greeting or title… His slowly put on his suit jacket, wishing that this meeting had been scheduled for later on in the week. He was supposed to meet the man out at a café? Well, it was better than nowhere.
The place where he’d been told to go was rather plain, not much to it. Some tables were inside, though the majority of them were outside for people to enjoy a nice day. He sat down at one of the outside tables and replied that he was waiting for someone here. As soon as the other member of his party arrived, he would be ordering something. The waitress smiled and thanked him before going off to help another customer. Raph looked at his watch and hoped that he wouldn’t be waiting too long.
He clicked through his emails again, double checking that he’d gotten all the information. Yep. They just couldn’t fix it. He didn’t know how the hell that school got on with the people that it had. Their website had been, mostly, fine before they asked him to clean it up but now some local kids kept hacking it? Did they even do any kind of checking? Raph had gone through that website every time that something happened and it was almost always the same change. They would alter one of the main links of the site so that it would send the clicker to some kind of porn site, it was a pretty juvenile hack, honestly.
Deleting that email, he began to go down his list seeing another person that needed more RAM, another one that wanted a graphics card replaced. He couldn’t help but groan at the other two. Could people really not follow a damned Youtube video? He ran his hands through his hair in annoyance. It was the same kind of annoyance that he used to have whenever the people came into his old teacher’s shop. After all, they didn’t know what they were doing, they didn’t want to learn, they just kept moving forward as though they didn’t need to learn anything.
Hell, at least Raphael could change the oil and tires on his own car! At least he knew what charger his phone used and where his computer’s power cord was. It got on his nerves when he had to help people that just didn’t try to improve themselves, but that was the very nature of his job. He had to help them. And so help them he did. In the last week alone he’d made a fair amount of progress, and a rather healthy profit despite the parts that he was having to order.
He continued scrolling through his emails looking for something exciting, and were he just skimming through them like usual he would’ve missed something important. As it was, though, he received an email from his boss that someone important would be coming through the area and that Raphael should meet him, though the name wasn’t one he remembered. Avon de Grey? He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair a second time. What in the world was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to greet such a man?
Slowly, he got into his suit, only slightly annoyed that he was doing so on his day off. He didn’t mind dressing up nicely, as he did it a lot for meetings, but on a day off? It was more of a nuisance than anything. Plus this guy would probably want a specific greeting or title… His slowly put on his suit jacket, wishing that this meeting had been scheduled for later on in the week. He was supposed to meet the man out at a café? Well, it was better than nowhere.
The place where he’d been told to go was rather plain, not much to it. Some tables were inside, though the majority of them were outside for people to enjoy a nice day. He sat down at one of the outside tables and replied that he was waiting for someone here. As soon as the other member of his party arrived, he would be ordering something. The waitress smiled and thanked him before going off to help another customer. Raph looked at his watch and hoped that he wouldn’t be waiting too long.