Within three clicks of using my new laptop I am apoplectic with frustration. Why does technology always get more complicated, not less? When is someone going to make a computer that is easier to use than the last one, not more difficult? And, above all, when will my new laptop stop talking to me?
It has been asking me things constantly since I started it up. This is annoying because I made perfectly clear to Matt, my favourite computer geek at Curry’s, that he must make sure the laptop had everything it wanted before I took it home.
Matt always has a terrible time with me. I ask for things like ‘a very small laptop with a large, square screen’. Then I stand in the middle of all the widescreens and proclaim that a computer hasn’t been made that will improve my life. ‘All these things with their horrid rectangular screens just make my life worse,’ I whine, bitter tears of alienation welling in my eyes.
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