Jessica Rutland

After the seventieth time that a meeting screenshare transitioned into my awkward explanation for why I as a grown adult without children had purchased so many Pixar movies and Sandra Bullock rom-coms, my computer was in danger of incidental "snapping-in-half" as a result of "WHAT IN THE ACTUAL F***, ITUNES?-related rage". After a useless encounter with support, and an even less useful attempt...