Frustration has been my middle name lately. This was me only a few short months ago when my computer first began lagging, then it bogged down and started freezing-up at the most inappropriate times. A seed of frustration began to germinate in my head.
Fast forward to last weekend when I finally had my laptop diagnosed to find that a so-called ‘phantom program’ downloaded to my PC which didn’t present as a virus so it skipped through McAfee, laid low for weeks only to explode and corrupt my hard drive. Just fabulous.
I was forced to buy a new laptop, which quite frankly pissed me off to no end. We’ve been socking monies aside for a 7-acre ranch and, the longer it takes, it’s frustrating to think that we could lose the place at anytime .
More frustration ensued when it took most of the week to restore my files to the new laptop.
The computer fiasco has only added insult to injury at the continuing FRUSTRATION that I’ve been ranting about on my blog and Facebook regarding my not having a writing space.
I cannot begin to put into words how utterly frustrating it’s been to work like this.
I feel frustration every time I walk down the hallway and peer into my ‘new’ office that I never go to work in because the desk is minuscule.
You see, my husband is using my vintage executive desk and claimed my office chair as well, and I have no choice in the matter since he’s bringing in the bacon. Now that is downright FRUSTRATING!
However, forget the laptop and my lack of a place to write, the ABSOLUTELY MOST FRUSTRATING IMMEDIATE ISSUE IS THAT I CAN’T ENLARGE THE FONTS IN THIS PIECE FOR EFFECT!
I just want to cry! :0(