Whatever did we do with our spare time back in the days of BC (before computer)? Hardly a day goes by without me obsessing over a computer-related matter.
Recently, deciding that there really was no method to my madness, I reorganized my files and favorites into folders. Although I should have been taking care of business all along, of course, the project was actually well worth the time.
But therein lies the rub. That’s rarely the case. Today I tried to track down a question about my new CD label maker. Since the package came without instructions, I’m not sure anyone ever knew the answer. After a couple of hours of this, I’d like to say that my husband heard me cry Ah-ha! But that’s not what happened. Closer to the truth is that my husband heard me cry.
Earlier this week, I spent time on several different days trying to make our financial software work the way I wanted. Same result.
When I buy airline tickets, I check out first one site, finding a pretty decent price. Then I check out a bunch of sites, trying to find the best deal, only to come back to the first one. I waste so many frustrating hours, and I do it every time.
And every single time, I tell myself that I’m going through a travel agent next time. Maybe next time I really will.