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It Just Happens


in the wee hours one night driven by the challenge and fun of my latest endeavor or the recombinant structure of my current medically planned chemical combination, I was working with passion into the wee hours after the family had slumbered off to lala-land to complete a piece deemed important to deliver at the break of dawn. being well trained and having first hand knowledge of our mail system temperament while considering the variables of an isdn line provided by our local rboc, I was dutifully saving my treasure of literature on a more than regular bases as I had countlessly instructed novice users who looked to my wisdom. having reached the end of my english language rendition of a business pearl and added the crowning punctuation to complete the dressing of my task, my right index finger guided my mouse one last time over the save button to record the final document fine tuning after one hundred and eighteen minutes of enlightened creativity prior to speeding the message down the electronic highway. just after the click, tha


DAMN
................THING
.................................JUST
.................................................WENT
....................................................................BEEP!


..................and just.......................................................beep
........................................did................................................beep
.................................................nothing.....................................beep


Hummmmmm... ????? ...No message of any kind... ????? ...Hummmmmmm.


falling back on my dad's huge financial investment into my education, six years of higher learning at the north avenue trade school and over twenty years of experience, I dove with enthusiasm into the bowels of the operating system to correct the abnormality and retrieve my master piece that I confidently expected to find due to my diligent practice of periodic saving and not relying upon a hundred percent uptime and the known erratic behavior of electron flow. the idiosyncrasy was quickly eliminated, the system checked for status green, the internal motor hummed at the normal pitch to the ear and the link through ma bell world was verified as still in tact, so I reached out eagerly for my file as my screen responded ---------


	0  records  found
	filename  unknown
	header record un-readable
	"To continue from this point could damage your computer.  Delete?"

and the cursor goes
..............blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, ...........


Sitting there, sinking deeper and deeper into my chair, with my nimble fingers poised over the keyboard, thoughts raced through my mind.


Windows 95 is really an illusion!
Lotus and cc:Mail are out to destroy Microsoft!
BellSouth KNOWS I am working with Ameritech!
I made a late payment on my house last month!
I didn't practice piano tonight!
Bill Gates is out to get me!



Don't you just hate it when that happens?


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