6. Leave the Air Traffic Control to the janitorial staff. Because this is the year of the little guy! We’re mad as hell and we’re not going to take it any more! And by “It,” we mean people who are trained to keep the planes running on time and not crashing into each other during takeoff and landing.
7. Let me fix your laptop. You know, the one that is holding hours. and hours. and hours of your labor and your irreplaceable creativity and genius ideas. It is now flashing a large and ominous looking warning about a virus, a hacker, and/or an alien takeover. Possibly all three. BRING IT OVER TO MY HOUSE. I have no idea what makes those suckers run, but I am well-versed in the “turn it off and turn it back on again” method of precious date retrieval. Trust me. I’m going to be the best at this. Better than anybody has ever seen. Believe me.