“I came, I saw, I gave up”

On a good day I like computers. 

On a bad day I’m not impressed with them.

Right now I hate them.

Right now I long for the days when I used a typewriter.  Whatever I typed was on paper.  I couldn’t get erased, it couldn’t get lost (unless I forgot where I put the document).

With a computer you just never know.  The document is somewhere in the memory, but unless you remember where you saved it … good luck finding it.

Take today for instance.  I spend the better part of the day researching and typing an article.  I saved it, I know I did, because I remember seeing the title of the article at the top of the document, but now it’s nowhere to be found.

I looked in all kinds of folders; I even let the computer do a search … nothing.  The document is gone.  Hours of time and effort wasted.  Is it any wonder that I long for the days when typewriters were used?

Of course I’m not giving up.  The day that a computer gets the better of me is the day that pigs fly.  I’ll do another search, and if need be another and another.  Or, like Julius Caesar said “I came, I saw, I conquered.”   

Then again, the poor man never had to deal with a computer.  If he had, and he had encountered the trouble that thing gives, his famous quote might have been “I came, I saw, I gave up”.