A grumpy rant
My old computer is starting to fail — it still works fine, but more and more websites won’t talk to it, so I bit the bullet and bought a new one.
I don’t understand the people who eagerly snatch up the latest phone or a computer or what. I plan on hanging on to my phone as long as I can.
I hate adjusting to a new computer. It’s the same brand, but each time they make a new one they tinker with it, so all sorts of things that worked perfectly before are now different. Notice I said different’ — NOT ‘better”. They’ve made all sorts of little tweaks to catch you (me) unawares.
As well, when I try to log into some sites on the new computer, my login passwords don’t work — even though I have them all noted down in a little book. So I have to go through the rigmarole of changing my password! (The photo above isn’t me, of course, it’s by Elisa Ventur on Unsplash )
And as for transferring my files from the old to the new computer — they’ve made it much more inconvenient because now there isn’t a USB port on the new computer. Apparently I have to buy a special connector for that kind of thing — only nobody mentioned that when I bought the new computer. In the meantime, I have to either email myself the files, or go through dropbox — only dropbox on the new computer doesn’t like talking to dropbox on the old one!
Adding to that, it’s the first day of my new on-line writing course, and I’m trying to use the new computer for it, and I’m also trying to upload the files to get my Scottish story ready to go on sale. Last time I self published it was all so easy. This time . . . grrrr! But I’ll get there. Eventually. Without strangling anyone or throwing a computer across the room.