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Anyone else find themselves split between righteous indignation and feelings of resignation these days?
I hate this feeling - the lack of a sense of control over the stability of my own boring life. I think a lot of this comes from instant data. Instant news. Instant promises - LOSE 450 LBS OVERNIGHT! Instant feedback. Instant gratification. Instant expectation.
I watched the little beachball circling, waiting for a transfer page to load, twiddling my thumbs and becoming more and more impatient as my 2-meg document crept its way toward San Jose. What da heck was taking this thing so long!?
The net groaned under the weight of thumb-twiddling for a few more seconds - the actual document upload took less than five minutes. I sighed with relief and raced off to do something else, again poised for instant results... only nine more such documents to go before my little project was complete.
Gone, apparently, are the days of being able to relax while UPS at their slow steady brown pace picks up my documents at my door and drives them to their destination, saving me time, gas, money and headaches.
I'd almost rather wait three days for delivery than watch the spinning beach ball as it gulps up my data here and spits it out, Venus born from the shell full-grown at birth and ready to work, on someone's server a few hundred miles away.
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