When I was young, I had all the patience in the world, because I had all the time in the world, to have patience. Drip – drip – drip – drip! As I grow older, and have less time – and less time to waste – the countless idiot things that countless idiots do, has eroded away much of my goodwill and patience. For the letter
I’m going to put on my super-powered Iron Man Grumpy Old Dude suit, and tell you what blows the breeze up my kilt, and causes me
Back in April, I was merrily gamboling and frolicking through the sunlit meadows of the Blogosphere. With carefree abandon, I gathered bright, pretty flowers and thought-provoking word-prompts for the A to Z Challenge. While I was trying to do this, WordPress had a construction crew in, tearing down and rebuilding their site.
It was bad enough that my computer needed a good cleaning – both physically, and electronically. When I finally took it in, the techs knitted two kittens from all the hair and dust in the tower. They flushed out cookies, and Trojans, and malware, and bots – and defragged the hard drive. Works faster – Right??!
Everywhere except WordPress! There, it could take a minute – or two minutes – or three….once it took almost five minutes just to shift from one page to another. All the while with that irritating little ‘wheel’ spinning uselessly in front of my nose, like a couple of my teenage girlfriends – promising something, but never delivering.
Eventually, I’d get impatient, and left-click, just to see if I could prod something into happening. WordPress is not responding because of a long-running script and a button that said, Click to stop script. I only made that mistake once. It stopped the script, all right….and the connection to WordPress – and my Word program – and my Internet Outlook browser – and my PC! No ‘Blue Screen of Death,’ just a black screen of Duh -Where Did Everybody Go?
(Push the ‘On’ button. Your last session ended unexpectedly. No Shit! Did you wish to recover the session? The sooner, the gooder!)
So, I’d wait – and wait….and wait. Eventually, I’d get impatient, and left-click again. This time the notice read WordPress is not responding. Click to recover page. 😯 Nice of you to warn me. Looking over my shoulder, the Grim Reaper said, “I’d click that, if I were you.” So, I’d wait – and wait….and wait. Drip – drip – drip – drip.
Eventually, WordPress got the walls painted and the new drapes hung in the Stats page. Things run a bit quicker and smoother there, now. I can reserve my impatience for the idiots on the roads, and in the supermarkets, and on-line. (Not you lovely people though. You have great intelligence and show exquisite taste. You’re here, aren’t you?) 😎