It has come to my attention that I have become a whore for basic technological advances. And that is not a pretty picture. I should have recognized the signs sooner:
- Mild panic when forgetting my cell phone - in the next room.
- Fear of having my cell phone stolen should I leave it in my (locked) car. Not fear of the car being stolen, but the phone.
- Feeling like I've had an extra 8 espressos when Blogger refuses to post comments or let me edit.
- Realizing that my Favorites list and my Bookmarks are probably inching toward the triple digits. Each.
- Having an uncanny way of being able to locate almost any item in them immediately.
- Settings I chose black out my screen (yay-energy saving) after 10 minutes on the screensaver. Like speaking to fill an awkward silence, I feel compelled to get my ass up and wiggle the mouse, just to begin the screensaver once again. Repeat.
Oh, these are not good things.
And because recently I could not get to a website - just ONE little website - I have spent (no lie) 4+ hours on-line with Tech Support. Damn that incessant obsessing! Mine and theirs! They had me do everything. Twice. I was well aware that I was not dealing with a call center in the US, which isn't a big deal. The problem is that when I ask a question and my response is ..."Yes! That's great!"... I tend to lose just a wee bit of confidence. Shortly thereafter, I was instructed to reinstall something. The next few minutes are a bit of a blur. I think I was passing out. Click to download and 46 brand-spankin' new windows, complete with a lovely error message in each one jump rapid fire, right in my face, as if to taunt me from the far off land of Tech Support. In the end... I had to do a recovery. I have now lost just about every setting I put on this thing. This is a cruel joke to play on someone who is a) obsessive and b) obviously determined to be a techno-nerd.
I hate being Technology's whore. I never wanted it to be that way. I thought our relationship would be the equivalent of casual sex. Boy was I wrong. On the brighter side... I can get into the previously unattainable website now. :::sigh:::
3 comments:
LOL... I soooo know what you mean. When I was 15 I told my dad I could never have a job working on computers like him. I am now 23 and I am a computer engineer for HP. I sit in a cubicle for crying out loud. I somehow tripped and fell into Dilbert land... remember Office Space, "PCL Load lettter... what the hell does that mean?"... I not only know what it means I helped design the screens.
As far as what I think of Tech Support... I wrote a post called," Tech Support: Such a lofty name for what you get." From the title you can probably guess what I think of them... and even used to be one of them before they moved it all overseas and laid us off.
Great Post...
This being the same evil, whore-inducing, brain-melting technology that allows us to read you ?
You stick with the problems, and we'll stick with the reading - at least one of us wins that way ;o)
Oh Cure, that post is RICH! My term of love for any Help Desk is the Helpless Desk. And I still quote from 'Office Space'. Now I know why they are all overseas... word of my wrath has spread....
Carpathian, you have an interesting view. Many would be glad to have the opportunity to shut me up for a few minutes! =)
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