Someone Please Shoot Me Before I Turn 50.

I’m the IT person in my office.  By IT person, I mean I can: insert a row in an excel sheet, set your stupid dog’s picture as your desktop background, change your default printer, organize your favorites by name...  It started out pretty flattering, the entire office seriously thinking I was just brilliant.  But now it’s just getting old.  My most recent outrage at just how technologically retarded my coworkers are have been general questions.  Like what a new client’s address is.  Answers to the crossword.  How do I change my email signature.  How do I INSERT A FILE.  Definitions of freaking words.  First of all, I don’t know how to insert your damn excel sheet into a powerpoint—I’m gonna google it.  I am also going to google that address, and the answer to 4 across.  I really just cannot understand the hands up in the air shoulders shrugged approach to doing anything with the computer--and the inability to embrace the ungodly amount of information at your fingertips.  It’s fairly intuitive, and for the love of god the answer for EVERYTHING is on google.  EVERYTHING!!!  But at the rate things are going, who knows, maybe I’ll be computertarded in ten years.