I love my job, but I hate my work computer. The longest ten minutes of my day are when I’m waiting for that relic to boot each morning. Yes, ten minutes. That process alone is enough to make the machine start wheezing. Open a couple PDFs and browser tabs and the thing will start choking like it’s 1995. I probably lose a good thirty minutes of productivity each day while my computer struggles to catch its breath. I’ve asked nicely for a new computer, but bureaucracy being what it is, I’m not anticipating a replacement before the next presidential election. As frustrated as I am with my office desktop, I’m not quite ready to follow the example of other workers who destroy their work computers to get an upgrade. While it might make a statement on the state’s outdated IT standards, I can do without the black mark on my personnel file. Instead, I’ll just keep asking nicely for a replacement.
