Technology, you’re a rotten little devil. Not most of the time. Often, you’re good and helpful and make the world a better place. Like watching cat videos on Tik-Tok.
But when you go wrong – like the other day when my computer died at work – you go WAY wrong!
It makes me long for a simpler time. When technology was less-advanced, but a lot easier to fix.
Or, it makes me wish that with all of its vast power and ability, tech could at least solve some of its own problems. Instead of always asking me to do it. Computers can crunch numbers with incredible sophistication. Pull up information from any part of the world in seconds. Display in incredible detail the depths of the known universe.
But the minute it has an issue, it starts spitting out non-sensical jibber-jabber in the form of tech-jargon and codes that require ME to look them up. Never remembering that IT is the designated searcher of information in the family.
It’s absurd, isn’t it? Like going to the doctor and he takes his shirt off and asks, “Do you mind looking at this mole? It’s turning black. Does it look serious?”