It's a conspiracy

I make no secret of the fact that technology and I do not get along...

Fortunately for me, hubby used to be a system administrator and loves all things techy... He has patiently described 50 times how to download pics off our digital camera and post them to the photo gallery. He has shown me a million times how to send photos and videos on my phone. He has told me more times than I can count how to reboot the print server in the house (it's really not my fault that I can't reach it and refuse to stand on a chair in order to find the buttons he keeps talking about) or the remote (again, not my fault that I can't pull the stupid pannel off in order to yank the battery).

Of course, he probably wants to strangle me when I describe my problems as: "BRIAN! FIX IT! IT ISN'T WORKING!" (Hey, if I knew what the real problem was, I'd be more specific...)

Anyway, today I feel like all things techy are conspiring against me:

My Treo keeps randomly rebooting itself.

My laptop refuses to let me turn up the volume on the computer. Since every trojan, worm and virus known to man invaded my laptop earlier this year, I can't even find of my stuff on my computer.

My alarm clock didn't go off this morning... Neither did hubby's. And Andrew (who usually serves as my alarm) was apparently so comfortably sleeping on my neck that he didn't get up until I was already 40 minutes late for work.

I hate to dictate. But my secretary hates not being busy, so at least once a week, I suck it up and dictate a bunch of stuff for her. I was 50 minutes into a set of answers to interrogatories. And, despite the fact that I had listened to parts of the tape previously (and my voice was definitely present), the whole freaking thing is gone. No words at all - even the ones I just listened to.

The coffee machine spit hot coffee all over my legs. Think I should sue? Maybe I can have the next McDonald's-like case over hot coffee scorching my damn legs.

My car doors were unlocked this morning, although I had definitely locked them yesterday. I swear that I pushed lock on the key and I watched the lights flash to indicate the car was, in fact, locked. (Yes, I really do watch to make sure the car is locked. Just like I have to check to make sure the front door is locked before I go to sleep. Old habits die hard...a little remnant from the stalking days.)

I tried to set up a couple posts to publish later in the week and they all published immediately.

So, like I said... I think all things techy are conspiring against me today. Unless someone put a hex on me... Whatever I did to piss that person off, I'm REALLY sorry. Now can you please reverse the curse?