King Arthur ordered me a new laptop since my other one was dying a nasty death. We looked and looked and looked, compared and contrasted the pros and cons of each. I opted for one that was exactly like my last one, including Windows 7. Well, we ended up with Windows 8 anyway.
And I hate it. I can’t figure out how to get things to set up appropriately. I have been through everything and it’s making me bonkers. Gaaaaaaaaaah!
Yes, the spoiled brat is bitching because things are the way she likes them. Little Miss Princess has found a pea and she doesn’t like it.
I am, however, exceedingly grateful for the computer. I just don’t like having to learn a new “language” to use it.
It’s rather like bitching out Santa because he got me a Ferrari and I’d asked for a Ford.
Again, I’m grateful, but I wish I could just jump right in and do what needs to be done instead of having to tap on keys at random, wiggle the mouse around to figure out how to exit windows, jump through flaming hoops of poop, beat my head against a brick wall repeatedly, beg to be run over by a Mack truck AGAIN, and, basically, attempt an advanced degree in a subject I don’t even have a minor degree in.
Guess it’s time to get back to figuring out how to operate this contraption and quit my ranting.
Wish me luck.
P.S. Thank you, King Arthur! You are, no pun intended, a true prince. I shall figure this out if it kills me.