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.