When I was little I remember sitting with my Grandfather watching 2011: A Space Odyssey. For those who have never seen the movie, let me boil it down to one sentence (which is never an easy task for a Kubrick movie).
A computer goes crazy.
I remember thinking that this was an implausible scenario, even at the tender age of 5. I mean, inanimate objects just don't go crazy (with the exception of Teddy Ruxpin). It's a thought I have carried with me through all four Terminator movies and life in general.
That is, until today.
A coworker and I had a discussion about how we were jealous of people in the Creative Services department because they have Macs. As someone who has a Mac I said I wish I could have one at work. My coworker agreed and we left the conversation at that.
What I didn't realize was that my PC was listening - and it didn't like what it heard.
I spent the rest of the day waiting for pages to load, getting e-mail errors and generally being less productive than usual, all because my computer decided to hate on me.
So tomorrow, I am not speaking aloud in front of it. Hand signals only.
~ The Office Scribe
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I swear they can hear you too, Voo. Mine has been acting up ever since I said the dreaded words "it might be time to think about getting a new computer". I think it hates me now.
Work computers are moody bitches.
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