Technical Difficulties

Technology hates me. Despite my love for all things cyber, the bits and bytes of my various electronics seem to be biting back. In the past few days, I have spent more time speaking with tech support than with my family and friends combined. I developed a fondness for the Apple nerd in Silicon Valley, spilled my life story to the entire Roger's call centre, and learned though RIM opted for a call centre in Texas instead of India, the accents are just as hard to understand. Ironically, when I phoned my wireless service provider to figure out why my phone no longer makes calls, I was greeted by an automated warning that Rogers call centres were dealing with technical difficulties of their own. Apparently, no one is safe.  I emerged from the haze of ticket numbers and mediocre hold music with an insatiable desire to leap off the grid into a land void of glitches, spinning rainbow wheels of death, service issues, and electric shocks that consistently punish me for checking my phone.

Since I'm clearly beyond (technological) help,  a part of me wishes that I had just had fun with my docket of calls. Sugar Sammy know's how it's done:



Lesson learned: When it comes to technology, I shall henceforth adhere to the age old adage of KISS: Keep It Simple Stupid. Take me back to the days of strings on a can or a quill and parchment, all I want is for things to work.