The Techno-Blues

One of those weeks/weekends where technology is so not being my friend. It won’t listen to reason (me) and is doing its own thang.

There’s logic to technology … and yet there are times, like now, when it seems not to exist. Check a box. Enter a code. Switch modes. All looks good. But all’s not fine.

If it were human, I’d be tempted to yell, “Behave!” and perhaps color that with an expletive or five. And though the image of throwing the laptop across the room and watching it smash into a dozen pieces prompts a huge smile [and perverse sense of glee], the only one to suffer would be my wallet.

But challenges/tribulations always seem to come in threes and the other two [physical] things that are transpiring simultaneously have me wondering if it’s psychosomatic. Wouldn’t surprise me if it were.

The techno-blues have me waffling between wishing/willing things to “correct” themselves [ha-ha] or contacting the internet/cable provider. That’s always fun. The call. The multiple numbers to press. The annoying voice assuring you you’re a valued customer as you listen to annoying music … as you wait to connect for a good hour, plus or minus (usually plus).