Lab Computer 9

Ok...I freely admit that I have a relationship with computers that resemble borderline personality disorder. I had this beautiful rant about computers, timed pressure with my singing of Billy Joel's Pressure and Queen/David Bowie's Under Pressure, the public library's computer lab with its sexually ambiguous guy, freezing hands and witch's tits (don't ask me, it's gone) and so much more when suddenly the things go wonky. The damn computer froze and the way things are set up here, you just can't bring up the task list and end the corrupting fiends. NO!! You have to log off. SO, now I'm exhausted and frankly....too pissed to try and recover what was said. DAMN YOU, COMPUTER GODS!!!

I don't know how Edna St. Vincent Millay did it. She had a book of her poetry almost complete when she lost the manuscript in a fire. She recovered it all from her memory and set it to paper intact. Not me...no way.

Thus the Glenn Close Fatal Attraction relationship with computers. I rely so much on my computer and when it's down, I get this sick panicky feeling in my stomach and throat. I hate my damn need for my computer. I hate it but I need it so. I know I'm not the only one who suffers like this.

You sit there reading this and KNOW that feeling. When you've worked so hard on a page or a document. For the most part, you were saving. You were being good and diligent and saving frequently. But that last time you didn't and then BAM! The computer gods laugh at you. They test you like God did with Job and it's gone. All your work. Frozen computer. Failing drive. Lost document. Accidental erase. Are you going to curse them or beg and plead?! I forget to breathe. I cuss. I drop my head with resignation on the desk and sob.

Comments

[Ali]

I feel for u Chicky!! :(