Oh it was a Thursday

 The dream I awoke from was a work dream, that merely reflected the frustration that encroaches upon my real life.

I awoke to the alarm. My alarm goes at five on a weekday. I like that bit of me time on the morning to prepare for the day.

Lately my body has woken well before the hour - or is that earliliy? - but as last night I had found a fascinating tale of a family of my husband's forebears who migrated from Germany to the United States in the 1880s - a saga of love and loss and inheritance and tragedy and comedy -the head of the household was listed as a "chicken" in a census - and therefore it was the alarm that woke me.

"It can't be!" I thought as I rose through the fog, then sobbing "It's Saturday, it's Saturday" but alas by the time I had met with the clock to silence it, my switch had flicked, and not only had I worked out that it was Thursday, I had a list ready for me to tackle.

First I had to sort the back-assed* way that an organisation that is wanting to be user friendly but failing. While my comfort zone is generally grids of electronic signals of numeric values,  it just wasn't working for me this morning. 

We got there, but it was from me lowering my expectations and some very thorough analysis. 

Again reflecting the frustration that encroaches upon my real life.

Not enough caffeine.

Then I valiantly attempted something that is such a modern day first world problem. 

You see, I had receipts to scan.

The cheap-assed* scanner-printer that I fled to when the previous cheap-assed* scanner-printer died failed in all key aspects of its purpose - or at the first half of its stated purpose.

It lulled me in to a false sense of security at first, offering a preview of the oh-my-giddy-aunt I didn't know things scanned this blurry!

So i investigated the settings- it always reminds me of lifting the hood of a car engine and peering when I go into settings.

I remember a sci-fi TV sitcom from the BBC in the late 70s or early 80s?;  I think that it had Mrs Slocum in it - where a bloke lost one key piece of evidence that he was who he said he was when he lost his house keys and l wonder if this is the moment I have a lost password issue and my computer will ignore my commands forevermore. 

I tinker and think that I have overcome the blur.

But I will never know.

For then I discovered the other thing that this cheap-assed* scanner-printer failed at.

I have this far been unable to find where -  or even ascertain IF - it was saved. 

It's a modern day philosophical conundrum, isn't it?

If you cannot find where a file has been saved, did it ever exist at all?

This was all before 7am.

* Insert own asswords here.

How was yours?