I have decided to write a book! It will be called 'Your Laptop is Trying to Kill You!' It ought to be a best seller.
Today, I attempted to download family history info that had been lost some time ago. I had most of the info in place and was sure of finding what I required once again. After some faffing about I began to download info onto paper for printing. Because of the setup I had to first copy and past the info, then paste it onto what they call 'Sticky Notes' as this removes any little boxes and frames the info has been put into. From there I then paste it onto a 'WORD' or in my case a similar page. Simple.
Not so.
For a start, right clicking on this machine either does not work, or if it does it then switches off as you use it to cover info or paste info. This is a constant habit. As it sometimes requires several attempts before it works things can go wrong. While copying one piece about 'Margaret' it failed several times, by the time I had copied the details and printed it off I realised I now had two 'Isabell's!' The blasted smug machine had switched back to the previous woman!
Add to this my confusion caused by one of my beautiful nieces. She has also been looking into this and managed to place one wife as the daughter of a previous parent. It took some time before I worked this out. The unfortunate habit of using similar names in each generation may be romantic to some but it does the head in of those of us today scrawling through hundreds of Margaret's of Isabell's. As my dad was called Robert, and so were almost all the fathers before him, and others of the same name also used Robert for generations it is quite easy to come to the conclusion those Mad Axe men found in the daily press are not so mad after all.
Of course add to the fun the router.
This is a machine that sits on the desk quietly doing its work.
Except when it begins to flash!
Green, Orange, still orange, flashing orange with a 'b' and possibly a wi-fi sign, then more orange before Blue appears, before it begins the whole routine once again!
Mine takes a delight it playing nice until the football begins, then it goes off on one.
When it all works, the swear box is filling up nicely, and the printer is working well, that is when you realise the ink is about to run out. There is of course plenty of black ink in the cupboard, but no coloured one. The coloured one runs out. You glance at the clock, the wee stationer is shut, supermarkets crowded, but if you go there is no suitable ink, and if there is, it is not the one you need.
You pick up the mobile, switch it on, or at least attempt to switch the brute on. Nothing happens. You press again and again, yet nothing happens. You fling the brute down and it switches on.
You then attempt to count to ten but that is not helping...
Tomorrow I will visit Tesco, I may have to use the self-service machine.
This could mean trouble...
2 comments:
And it's the way the wretched things sneer at you...you think you've solved one hitch and, by golly, here comes another.....
Fly, I think they have a 'sneer' button somewhere.
Post a Comment