Computer Rant and Rave

My laptop is finicky, but, thankfully, not nearly as finicky as the store computers where I work. My laptop is really just high maintenance, which I, as a high maintenance gal, cannot fault it for. Regularly I have to restart so long as I want to listen to my music and avoid problems saving my Word documents. It’s an ACER TravelMate, meaning it’s neither top-of-the-line nor cute but I’ve done what I can putting stickers from Gloomth fashion, Underworld movie premiere, ChristianGoth.com, Dancing in the Dark (the club night DC helps run), and a Jesus Freaks logo that I grabbed at work. My parents aren’t a big fan of stickers on something they paid 200 dollars for, much like they don’t like bumper stickers on cars, but after I explained the miracle of a hairdryer on adhesive they lightened up.
The computers at work are another story entirely, making me appreciate my laptop all the more. The system we have not only is horribly dinosaur-ugly but it’s major finicky. If I don’t put in a title or name just perfectly the system gives me nothing and makes me start all over again, taking up a bunch of time that a back button could save and making customers frustrated with me (pouts).
My beloved laptop, which I am thinking of naming Elaine (nerdy I know), is finicky but understands me. If I put in an artist’s name wrong my system will still take me to some options that I might have meant and offer a back button so I don’t have to start all over again.
There’s something poetic about an understanding machine. There’s nothing poetic about work computers who are about as understanding as a receptionist at a free health clinic handing out paperwork then handing it back without a word if you spell February wrong and making you do the work all over again.