(Over)thoughts

Inanimate objects
     have always disliked me –
          or at least they have seen me
                          as the kid in the
                                            middle
                                              of a
                   keep-away                            game
                                defying the laws of physics
                                                     and logic.

Technology has never
         preferred me either.
     But until recently, I never knew it
         despised me so much.

My work computer crashed.
               Big time.
Yes, despite the lies you may have been told,
               Macs do crash.

After it lagged a lot
   and the colored spinning wheel – that I always want to strangle –
               wouldn’t
               stop
               spinning,
   the keyboard locked up,
   no key responded,
               and then.
   Then came the dark grey curtain of death,
     which I can only assume
                is the equivalent
                     of the blue screen of death on a PC.

Hardware failure,
  software failure,
  Apple failure,
     doesn’t really matter which.

It declared checkmate.

Then there was the entire blog post
     that got deleted
          while I was editing it.
               I hit undo
                    and like some fantastical,
                                       voodoo magic,
                                           it was gone.

Undo
Redo
Back
   did absolutely nothing.

Genius Jeff tried all his tricks too,
     and the post
                was a lost cause.
          I had to try to recreate it.

The irony?
     Apparently I save my work
                    too often
                          and it
                               overwrites
                               itself.

And then there was Spotify.
     I was adding songs
          to a new playlist and
     I accidentally clicked shift
          and copied a block of songs
             instead of a single one.
     So I hit undo,
          to logically undo
               my last action of selecting all.
     Instead, the entire playlist
                       was gone.

     [An evil word for Poof! here because
          that sounds too cutesy
                and innocent.
          And Bam! just seems too fun
                and comical,
          and I was not smiling.]

Undo
Redo
Back.
Nothing.
I had to start over.

Thankfully, I backup my computer every week
   so no information was lot there.
        But I never thought
                     I had to backup the internet.

Evidently,
     I put way too much trust
               in the technology
                     that never liked me
                               in the first place.