Ever since purchasing my laptop (a Sony Vaio if you must know) I have been having trouble with my space bar. You may think this is pretty trivial, but the space bar is hit as often, or more often, than any other key. It is now at the point where I am having to jab the bastard thing so aggressively I am hurting my index finger. Every blog you have read includes several extra minutes going back through it to insert spaces where there were none, and no matter how vigilant I am, I still find that as soon as I have concentrated on my writing for even a second it fails and I have to go back over it again. Such are the problems of the modern world, or my world at least...
Today,
all my suppressed rage against the machine, building now over a period of months, boiled over and I started slamming about it about in a way that actually terrified my poor wife, who hates loud noises and indeed any displays of anger. She eventually persuaded me to take it to PC World where they told me that it has to be struck precisely in the middle "as it should be sir, the rubber is in the middle, you see" My saying that the space bar is the length it is so it may be accessed all along its length to facilitate easy typing fell on deaf ears. It is "not a fault" apparently, and the only solution, according to them, is to send it back to Sony and get them to replace the keyboard (time: 4-6 weeks; cost £125) Yet I paid £700 for the fucker only 9 months ago, and at the beginning at least it worked fine, as does my wife's earlier model Vaio.
Now, in order to decrease domestic strife generally, she has offered to take it to the Sony shop in Town on Monday to see what they have to say. That is really sweet of her. Now I have to cope with my anger (now subsiding, but leaving behind a nasty aftertaste) and continue jabbing furiously. Or just throw it in the bin and get a new lapgtop (not a Vaio this time, I promise you) But the waste! The waste!
Saturday, 18 September 2010
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