Spitting Feathers

The guy who takes care of the maintenance of the business computers has taken my laptop away to work on. It has been playing up for a while, getting slow and little boxes have been popping up with all sorts of irritating messages, telling me that I cannot access this or that. So Jason has taken the offending item home to try to get to the bottom of it and/or give it a general clean or maybe he is just going to give it a good talking to and charge me the earth for doing nothing more. I am actually joking with the last bit because he has always been more than fair with us.

He told me that it wouldn’t be too painful to hand over my laptop because he would lend me another one so that I could carry on more or less as usual. Except that it has not worked as usual, and at every point, with whatever I tried to do or whatever I tried to work on or look in at, I have been asked to log in or sign in on areas where, things usually open immediately. Pass words! What a curse passwords are, what a pain it all is.

So much time is wasted with all that nonsense. I have been spitting feathers.  Outlook, asks me for the password. My blog, asks if I have forgotten my password. Facebook wants me to log in. My bank asks me for my ID code. Everything has taken four or five times longer than usual. Even writing in Word has been a pain with the text dancing around and inserting itself in other places within the piece I am bashing out. I have been tearing my hair out with frustration.

I needed to send some invoices out for work done in the business. When I got to my invoice file and opened a prepared ready numbered invoice to send out to a client.... there is a bare page there. What!  No invoice there, just an empty page. Then when I came to attach them to an email, that was all different too and I could not see how to get the invoice out of my invoices and on to the email as I usually do with no problem at all. Another hour lost, another hundred grey hairs sprouted. In the end with this I gave up and opted to copy and paste them in, which did at least work.

I am not twenty one, I admit that. Not a kid any more. However I do think that for an old bird, I have done rather well with learning how to use a computer. It was thanks to Mr Blair years ago, that I gathered my first computer skills. That was before he recently became the person (Wrongly in my view) suffering a free for all to insult, verbal stoning campaign, vicious stuff. When did we become such a hateful nation? Years ago, early in his days in power there was a drive to get older people to learn how to use a computer and I took advantage of every free course that was available. Thanks for that Mr Blair.

Hurry up Jason please and I’m so sorry for saying that I didn’t like you anymore. I didn’t mean it really, Just having a bad day. Cursing the Computer.