Our resident tech support, aka, Mike, spent hours this weekend rebuilding my computer from the ground up. It’s extraordinary my dependence on that technological gem known as a laptop. Though grateful for Mike’s technological prowess, I’m also painfully aware of how little I know. The mechanics of operating systems, platforms, routers and all the other things that make computers go leave me cold. Don’t you hate it when technology takes a hike?
What I do know is that I want my computer to go and I feel like a spoiled child when it stops. [insert stomping of feet, pouting face and colorful language here].
Okay, so it wasn’t that bad, but I can’t tell you how often I headed to the computer, only to encounter the latest system ‘updates.’ They’re not nearly as interesting as the updates I’m after: the blog and Facebook variety. I’ve got a social life to run here. I live with two teenage boys with zero interest in monopolizing my attention. So while they’re dipping into the latest and greatest on their mobile devices and dad is watching fall ball, I like to log on and catch up.
Instead I headed outdoors and pulled a few weeds. I did some pruning till it got too hot. I treated myself to an hour at our local craft store, shopping and chatting about the merits of water-based versus alcohol-based inks. I even read from the miniscule print on my phone, but these old eyes were never meant for teenage technology. Yes, I left some comments here and there, but it wasn’t long before my hand cramped and my battery failed. Then I was back to my panting dog impression: is it ready yet, is it ready yet, is it ready yet?
I started a craft project, but needed my Silhouette to cut some block letters. Nope…the computer wasn’t ready.
I went to address a few envelopes for my blog postage giveaway, only to realize I’d trapped the addresses in email limbo. The individual email was too old to be on the server, but not new enough to be on my phone. Addresses would have to wait for my Outlook rebuild.
At least I had Pauline’s address. I’d asked her for it twice. Alas, it still had not synced to my mobile phone. Tapping in the requisite letters, the phone turned up nothing. It was taunting me. I KNOW I have her address! Nope. Siri is never wrong.
Today, in need of a good Skype with my bestie, all technology-based bets were off. Sigh
These are all first-world problems. I know in my heart the extraordinary privileges of my life. But just for today, I’m reminded of the Judith Viorst classic: Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
When’s the last time your technology took a hike?