I had to share with you the mere I had with my computer last week.
I was trying to install a new copy of Microsoft Office (for the 2nd time as I had messed up the 1st time), only instead of being a simple download, a number of errors kept occurring, before the CD failed to respond at all. Now I should tell you I had already been having computer problems this week so my technology stress levels were at an all time high breaking point.
I feel like I go through the five stages of grief throughout this whole experience.
- Denial. It’s not broken, it’s brand new it can’t
be broken. I just have to double click it again, or right click instead, or open it
through the computer tab instead of autorun. Or perhaps if I stand upside down on my head... I got creative.
- Anger. The cave woman in me starts to roar, when
I try really hard to fix something and it doesn’t go to plan it's hard
not to stomp my feet as the bottom lip pouts out.
- Bargaining. But wwwhhhhhyyyy, wwwhhhyyyy are you
doing this to me?! I actually start talking to the computer. I’m glad I work
alone the sound of a grown woman whinging to herself would be quite horrifying.
Especially in the whiney voice I have adapted, something of a dolphin cross hyena.
- Depression. Head buried deep in my hands. Life
is over. As a web and graphic designer the computer is my life line, my existence...
Maybe a tad dramatic? Don’t push me, I’m on the edge!
- Acceptance. Ok it’s broken; I admit I can’t fix
this. I thought I could. I was wrong, for the first time in my life (ho ho ho)
I am wrong. I’ll call IT.
So I ring the IT helpline and the conversation goes something like this:
Filipino guy: “have you tried restarting your computer”
Me: “are you serious?”
Filipino guy: “yes mam’, please restart your computer”
.... some time goes by
Me: “oh for @#$* sake. Thank you.”