I’m thinking really deep thoughts today.
For instance, where do all the lost emails go? Are they hanging out with all my baby’s missing socks? Is there a cyber purgatory where herds of emails are cleansed of any potential SPAM-ish language before ending up in my inbox (probably not, considering how full my SPAM folder is these days)? Who knows? What I do know is it is absolutely maddening when my own mom’s emails don’t always come through to me. They haven’t even been ending up in SPAM. They are nowhere to be found, and they don’t bounce back to her. This leads obsessive me to start wondering what other emails are floating out there – lost and abandoned – in the black hole of Cyberspace? (Can you tell my husband is working this weekend? I’m obviously trying to make the time pass by more quickly with ridiculous ruminating.)
Well, if I owe you an email from more than two weeks ago (the time by which I generally *try* to respond to *most* emails), you may want to shoot me another line (there seems to be no rhyme or reason to why I sometimes receive my mom’s emails and why I sometimes don’t). Or you can always connect with me on Twitter or Facebook.
As an aside, anyone else experiencing troubles with their Gmail account, or is it just my past coming back to haunt me? Once upon a time in an old place of employment tech support actually informed me there was something wrong with me (instead of with my blasted computer that was constantly freezing up on me). I laughed when they said this; they didn’t. They were tired of having to come fix my computer. They complained that I was a jinx. This time I laughed a bit nervously. Then some super serious tech guy went on to tell me this was not a laughing matter and that there are actually people who give off a powerful electromagnetic force that may scramble computer data. Huh? Apparently I’m not the only one with this condition. Perhaps I should audition for Heroes.
Yesterday my land line went out, too, for no apparent reason. I was waiting for a call from someone who didn’t have my cell number. It was rather annoying, but I took a deep breath and somehow made it through the day. I refuse to let temperamental technology – or the fact that I have a terrible track record with computers going haywire in my presence – to rob me (completely) of my joy. (I do confess that technology – or its pathetic collapse – did get the best of me once. In college, a big chunk of my honors thesis vanished after my hard drive flipped out on me. I was not the picture of calm. I think I screamed. I know I cried. Then a patient techie friend retrieved it. So much wasted angst.)
After rambling on about my technology woes while trying to not let them get me down, I’m thinking my word for 2010 might need to be detachment. :)
Kate,
Both my husband and father sent me emails this week that I never got. Both of them had attachments (not sure if that's a clue). That said, they were both really important and I'm a little nervous about what else I've missed.
We have vonage, so when our internet goes out, we have no phones. And since we have Charter internet, it goes out quite frequently.
My sister is one of those people who zaps wristwatches. Their batteries die within a week or two of her getting them. Finally she bought herself a very expensive self-winding watch that doesn't use batteries. Hopefully that one will last.
Too funny! I obsess about this, too. We have had computers die twice, once losing some photographs, that I had neglected to back up. Inspiring GREAT angst in me. Technology- it's a love/hate relationship!!
You would think since Technology is so advanced these days, we wouldn't have these problems. I hate it when I email myself an article or something(yes I email myself from time to time)and it ends up in my spam folder. WTH!