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Not everything in life is a "little piece of Heaven"...and I guess we need those times to fully appreciate all the good times. But, Geeze, this last couple of months have been frustrating!!
I managed to grin and bear it when the furnace had to be replaced. When the freezer went bonkers, too, I managed to cope well enough to say, "Well, at least we didn't lose everything in it."
Even when my computer went on the fritz, and I lost all my files and programs, I thought, "This too shall pass." WRONG!!! After several trips to the shop,and many, many hours of trying to deal with a different computer problem every day, I've about reached the end of my patience. If this continues, I will be a blubbering idiot, and the Wren will have to change her name to.......
Once upon a midnight
dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing
spreadsheets.
Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer,
I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.
Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring,
fearing,
Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some
more.
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token.
"Save!" I said, "You cursed bother! Save my data
from before!"
One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some
more.
Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
From "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
With fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard
bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before.
Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience
wore,
Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
I tried to catch the chips off guard, and pressed again, but
twice as hard.
I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I
swore.
Now in mighty desperation, trying random combinations,
Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted.
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw a dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the
night.
A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core.
The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
To this day I do not know the place to which lost data goes.
What demonic nether world wrought where lost data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black
holes?
But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
You will one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore,
Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
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