Rodent Regatta

At this point I’m thoroughly exhausted, demoralized and any hope of making this a successful project is gone. Waiting on files to copy within an operating system is lost productivity. It’s waste. It’s Microsoft at its very worst. No operating system should require from 8:35a.m. until who-knows-what-time to copy a folder full of 1800 or so files and folders.

Somehow, computers see me coming. The days of preparation leading up to the effort I was to make today were all wasted. Nothing about the reason I was here today has been done. As I type this the server is still copying files. Clearly, a more knowledgeable computer person probably knows of some secret for copying files that would have allowed that portion of the work to be completed by 9 or 9:30 this morning.

The feeling of total failure and defeat from something so simple is just all-consuming. Worthlessness comes to mind. I started this day with high hopes for a great feeling of accomplishment by mid-day or thereabouts. Instead, I’m sitting here and no amount of effort is going to turn this around. What a sense of total and utter futility. There is no way to save face when things go this terribly awry.

I feel like a total lost cause.