Yesterday, my laptop was diagnosed with cancer--or some form of it, technologically. It's slow to move; slow to react. It gets frustrating when you're at your most enjoyable moment as a crooning typist extraordinaire. You get to cut and paste reports to the tune of "Under the Sea" while still breathing all the salt water from your most recent vacation. That went away just like that. So I had our chic IT girl operate on it. She updated the new service packs for MS XP, then installed the new IE 8.
While my laptop was being serviced, I was handling a spare one, so I could do some more office chores. It had a temp MS Windows 7, which is supposedly sleeker and comfier than the previous blasted Vista. I could feel my archaic fingers dumb up to this new OS. Mind you, I am not tech-geek at all. Although I know how to do email's, I've developed my own super-efficient work flow system here in my space. And using Windows 7 feels like all the plastered graphic dreams of its creators where put here to defiantly mock people like me. It has a sleek design interface, yes, but all this new sweet sleekness drives my 'system' nuts.
That was yesterday; my brush with the new Windows technology.
For now, it's not that friendly.
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Today, Friday. My laptop arrives with spruced up with service pack updates that's supposed to make it 'faster' and 'better'. For one thing, it wasn't noticeable. Well except for the part where my wallpaper wouldn't 'wall' up to my extended monitor. And that IE 8 would not run our company website as neat as should be. Bad thing is I couldn't do my work properly. So I had it sent again to IT. And again, the evil cycle of removing/ updating windows stuff ensues.
So what does that do to me? I'm reading a book, walking around table to table, smiling, dawdling, and hawking table items everywhere the whole day. That makes my Friday start my beach-full weekend.
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