The eternal struggle of every CS graduate - spending four years learning algorithms, data structures, and computational theory only to be reduced to "the tech person" who can supposedly fix any electronic device within a 50-mile radius.
That smug little smirk in the final panel says it all. It's the universal "I could write you a sorting algorithm that would make Donald Knuth weep with joy, but diagnosing why your laptop makes that weird clicking noise? Yeah... I'm suddenly very busy with important computer science things."
The cognitive dissonance is exquisite. We're simultaneously expected to understand the deepest mysteries of computation AND why your printer only works when Mercury isn't in retrograde.