A few years ago, in a fit of temper, I put my fist through the screen of my old Windows computer. In my defence, it had been getting worse and worse, slower and slower, constantly getting stuck and had twice given me the “Blue Screen of Death.”
Even as my fist was heading towards the screen, my brain was telling me this wasn’t a good idea, the document inside needed to be sent to Germany within the next half an hour, but sadly my temper got the better of me and the deed was done.
Judicious use of a VGA cable and my television enabled me to finish the document but I clearly needed a new laptop. I asked around amongst my friends for recommendations …. and made one of the biggest errors of my life.
I bought a Mac.
Since I’ve had it I’ve grown to hate Apple so much that I wont even drink cider anymore.
The final straw though arrived about three weeks ago. My email server was upgraded to provide better security. This manifested itself by me not being able to send emails. A quick call to the service provider told me all I needed to do.
Or it would have, if I had a brain.
Living in the land of the rising Frog, all of my technologically capable friends here don’t speak English. Given that, although my French is more than competent enough to converse and even have a French laydeefriend who doesn’t speak English, I’m in no way able to explain computer stuff.
My go to man for these things was on holiday (how selfish) so I was stuck. I attempted to do it myself.
Eventually the selfish bloke returns from holiday and answers my pleas.
Only, apparently, there is a known conflict with Mac and STMP.
I have no idea what that phrase means, this is something told to me by my friend, a man who would put Einstein to shame with his brilliance.
I, sadly, am thicker than a whale omelette. I just don’t understand. The one thing I do know is that I can’t send or receive emails on this current address, and when all of my work related mails will arrive to this one (I’m currently not working and am starting to look for a job) this is a very difficult situation.
I hate computers with a loathing that I can’t even explain in my native tongue, let alone in any of the other languages that I manage to ruin.