After two weeks of enduring the grating squeakishness of my keyboard, I couldn't take it anymore. "Can anyone else but me hear that?!" I wailed one afternoon. To my surprise (and affirmation that I was not going crazy) two people said yes, they could and it was driving them nuts.
I immediately requested a new keyboard. "I don't even care what kind it is," I said, "Just get me a new keyboard before I go stark raving mad!" I really wanted one of those fancy ergonomic ones but decided, "If it takes extra time to get one of those in, skip it. I just want one that's non-squeaky."
"We'll get you on on Monday or Tuesday," was my reply.
And so here it is. Monday at 12:00 and I'm waiting for my keyboard replacement. I'm starting to lose my patience, too, because it is BEYOND IRRITATING. This Monday really doesn't have much to recommend itself. I mean, check out its laundry list of things that stink about it:
- It's Daylight (Loser) Saving Time which means that I was unable to go to sleep at a rational hour last night because I wasn't tired, but was forced by my alarm clock to wake up at what was not two days ago 4:00 a.m! And we didn't even wind up staying up, we went back to sleep.
- It's cloudy and dark and so I'm wondering where all the extra light I'm got up early for is hiding
- I feel guilty for skipping the gym this morning and am trying to resist the urge to drink a caffeinated soda
- My keyboard is still squeaking
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