Yesterday I spent a disproportionate amount of time working with tech support to fix my email system.
Spending time in this kind of way feels cruel. I had so many things I wanted to get done…my frustration was palpable.
On the way home the app I use to tell me when the bus is coming lied to me, twice.
It happily tracked two phantom buses that, supposedly, called past my stop. This was practically the straw that broke the proverbial camel.
So, yes, I called and made a complaint.
“Delete the app!” I said.
“If it doesn’t work, why even have it!”
“I want an explanation!”
“Rant, rant, rant!”
Oh my. Not my finest performance.
This is my supplier rage, I know that's what it is.
I did marginally better during all of this. I saw myself feeling angry and talked myself down slightly. Ever so slightly.
I guess it's a start.
Technology makes so much possible. But when I come to rely on it I make myself vulnerable to its unexpected failure, I don’t really even know how any of this stuff works.
I think that’s why I am enjoying hand sewing a shirt at the moment.
It feels empowering to understand how it works.
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