Saturday, 17 November 2012

This is yesterday

Reason for no blogpost yesterday: computer mouse died. Died attached to netbook at house of friend. Friend lives close to large computer chainstore. Went there on way home and bought new mouse. Small, sweet, wireless mouse. Home with mouse, spent half an hour with various knives and scissors fighting way into seamless, super-resilient, moulded-plastic packaging. Further half an hour opening battery cover. Same again to close it. Instruction leaflet shredded in course of battling way into packaging. Reassembled leaflect with sticky tape and read. Plugged minuscule thingy into USB drive. First three attempts to install driver software 'not successful'. Computer says fourth, and identical, attempt successful. Mouse, however, not working. Tried things suggested in leaflet - not easy to read due to being lots of small pieces stuck together with tape. Mouse still not working. Went online with difficulty using netbook touchpad - hate touchpads. Read several help forums on reasons wireless mouse may not work. Decided rather buy another mouse - not wireless - than start uninstalling and reinstalling possibly clashing software. Picked up mouse one last time and prayed for inspiration. Noticed very small 'connect' button on base of mouse looking battered
after increasingly violent attempts to open battery cover. Poked connect button with end of scissors. Mouse now working. Very late by now. Very bad mood. Disinclined to blog. Sigh.

5 comments:

Leslee said...

I'm so sorry, but I've been chortling here - with recognition. We've all been there. Hope the little rodent continues to work fine and you recover your will to blog. :-)

Zhoen said...

Bad mouse.

Bad manufacturer.

Anne said...

I'm with you. I hate touchpads. They do all sorts of unasked for things suddenly. So I have a nice wireless mouse that took 2 men who know a bit about computers (which is more than I do) to make work.

Fire Bird said...

I so relate to this small techno saga and attendant deterioration of mood...

Dick said...

Very much a fable for our time. Your perseverance is admirable, Jean: I'd have reached Tourette's swearing stage just on the packaging alone. Percussive adjustment would have followed shortly after and I'd have been down to the shop after the first computer refusal.