I don’t wish to live back in the dark ages. I want to live in the easy ages.
I am rarely at point of bursting into tears. A week later – this minute I’ll give you Noah and his ark. Yes, that much water.
A couple of years ago I had my computer repaired. With the unfortunate consequence that ever since neither cd rom or dvd drives work. Or my scanner. They are jammed. No matter. The guy having done the repair waved the fee in hope I’d waive redress. I did. Yes. That disinterested I am in life’s foibles.
Then my printer gave up the will to live.
One can live without a printer for a while. Say, the last four weeks. Eventually it gets wearing. There are times I can’t think if I haven’t got something physically, in print, in front of me. So, instead of buying something much more needed (like food), I blow my budget on a printer. Naturally, AND THIS IS WHERE MY LIFE (see above) FALLS apart, you need a DVD drive to install the software.
Sweethearts, I am at a dead end. And I have tried. Not that I am patient with any ware. But I have tried. Even the manual consoles me that if I don’t have drive (Pardon?) I can visit Canon’s local website to download the software in one million not so easy steps. Really? Like where? That I am not a man, not a nerd, not a geek, not anything but a helpless woman I have known for a long time. Why rub it in NOW? This minute I hate (part of) my life. Never ever believe anyone who tells you that money isn’t the road to happiness. It sure is NOT the way to unhappiness. I’d happily throw a lot at my misery going away.
Come to think of it: I missed my mission in life. Oh to be a plumber or a computer expert. You dine on the incompetence of people like me.
Tissues and starched hankies welcome to mop up my damage.