Rant #3,740: Time Won't Let Me

As usual, when I do something correctly, somehow, it just doesn't come out the way it is supposed to be.

I took my son to the local library for the latest part of his assessment, and the woman doing it was not there.

I told my son that maybe the woman was a little late, and that he should sit tight and wait for her while I set up my laptop computer for my own meeting for work.

I found a secluded spot, set the computer up, and lo and behold, i could not get on the Internet.

I tried everything, but to no avail.

I brought my phone with me, connected pretty quickly, but I could not hear a word that was being said.

So I figured I might get a better connection if I went to my car, and as I sped past my son, I saw that the woman still was not there--

And I told him to sit tight, and i would go into the car and find out what was going on.

I got to the car, and the first thing I did was to get back into my work meeting.

I did that pretty easily, and I could hear things loud and clear.

"The meeting was canceled," a voice told me.

I wondered why no one told me this beforehand so I wouldn't have had to rush and bring all this computer stuff with me--

And I later discovered that I did get sent an email, but a few minutes after the meeting was to be held.

So much for promptness!

But even with the cancelation, I still had to find out what was doing with today's portion of the assessment.

I called the woman from my car and left a message.

I went back to the library, and my son was sitting with the woman, who told me that she was a few minutes late.

Couldn't she have called or texted me to let me know about this?

Now that that was all set, I had some time to kill while the assessment was being done, so I figured I would use the library's computer to while away the time.

I put in my library code and password, but it would not take my password--

The same password I used last week to get on the computer when I first got my library card.

I went up to the help desk, and I told the woman my problem.

I told her my password, and she said that was impossible, because the system only takes numeric passwords.

I then told her that the system took my password last week, one which included both numbers and letters.

Rather than argue, we agreed I needed a new numeric password, I got it, and I was able to spend some time on the computer.

Why is everything torture?

Why is everything so difficult to do?

I have no idea, none at all.

But I seem to be in the middle of this situation.

I know nothing is easy, but things that should be simple always seem to end up convoluted.

We agree to a time to meet, you be there, and let me know if you are going to be late.

And if something is canceled, please let me know as this fact arises, not minutes afterward.

And as far as passwords, I remember when "Password" was a great TV game show.

I know my passwords, so don't tell me otherwise.

I guess "Torture" has become my new middle name.

This cannot possibly be what retirement is ...

On to the next assessment!