The moment you mention you "work with computers," your entire extended family suddenly transforms into a horde of technological zombies with broken printers and forgotten passwords.
It's like being the only doctor at a hypochondriac convention, except instead of asking if that mole looks cancerous, it's "Why is my Facebook doing that thing?" What thing? THE thing. You know. THAT thing.
And they all expect immediate tech support during Thanksgiving dinner while your turkey gets cold and your will to live evaporates faster than RAM in a Chrome tab.