The heroic (by my estimation) attempt to upgrade my desktop PC ended in failure. I thought I had everything good to go but in the end, after dismantling the systems power supply and plugging in a new one, it just didn’t work. 4 beeps and a blinking red light signaled power failure or power overload. It could also have signaled RAM chips coming loose but there’s no way that was an issue. The end game involved returning a PSU, a 12gb GPU, and a 18-to-24 pin converter cable, with a special edition trip to the public library because I own no working printer and one of the returns required that I print out a return mailing label with barcodes and stuff I couldn’t just hand-write onto the return box. I actually had been wanting to go to the local library since it reopened and expanded its computer resources. THere used to be (I think) 4 PCs and there was always at least a 20 minute wait, at least the few times I had reason to use them. Now there are maybe 30 or 40 PCs and I was in and out of there in minutes.I’m so cool.
This experience, its cantus firmus the repeatedly asked question “WHY? WHY AM I DOING THIS?” wasted a good amount of my time, but I’ve come to expect that of myself. I consider much of my time and the time of those around me at this workplace to be wasted. I used to follow the Yankees and a call John Sterling used to use frequently comes to mind: “THAT’S A WASTED PITCH.” He would say that with such poisoned attitude. I wasted a lot of pitches in this pursuit, and will look forward to today, a holiday, to be filled with the emptiness of wasted pitches.