Too much crap crammed into every hour….

I’m cranky. Really cranky.

A few decades ago, back when I worked in the savings and loan field, I would wake up in the morning and eat breakfast, get dressed and go to work.

Today I wake up and the freaking internet isn’t making it all the way to my den. I have to rip the range extender off the wall, bring it into the room with the wireless router and get the two pieces of electrodes and plastic to mate. Damn pieces of electronics has sex more than I do! That doesn’t work, so I have to check my PC settings. No luck.  I try to get the extender and router to screw again, but apparently one of them has a headache. By now I have electrical and other wires all over the freaking house! And I haven’t even gotten out of my boxer shorts yet.

I finally give up and fire up my apple MacBook, which will connect to the internet no matter what. The damn thing will find a signal drifting out of the toaster and connect to that. No problem.

45 spams clogging up my comment section of my blog. And those are just the ones that got past the spam software. I have to work trying to kill those comments, which ain’t easy.

I check my email. I have five personal email accounts. That takes time.

Later, I discover that the bluetooth ear piece for my cell phone isn’t linked properly and have to figure that crap out.

The batteries in my digital camera are low, so I have to find the lousy charger for that. I don’t leave the house without my camera.

I write two blogs, and have, at last count, three photo blogs or galleries.

Somewhere along the way, I have a full time (50 hours a week plus) career. I am, of all things, a freaking manager supervising close to 30 people in a college environment. So, after I get done dealing with all this internet/battery/electronic crap, I have to shove that out the back door of my brain, get out of my boxer shorts, throw on a pressed white shirt and tie and coat and try to cram into my brain excel spreadsheets, projects that are behind, employee terminations and so forth. Boring crap that pays the bills, or most of them anyway.

I need a less complicated life.

When is the next bus to 1978?

SCG