Of working with a whiner

I never really liked her.

I remember clearly the day I met her. The first thing I noticed when I first saw her was how insignificant she is. She was the ugliest one in the room, by far. And cheap. She looked cheap.

But I did not really have much choice. I had to work with her, so I decided to make the best out of it. And it was not easy, believe me, mainly because she is a big time whiner. I tend to multi-task and I am used to working quickly. But she just couldn’t keep up with me. She fell behind continuously and had horrendous faults that I had to find a way to patch up.

Did I mention that she is a whiner? Oh yes. She threatened to quit so persistently that once I really thought that she had finally given up and thrown the towel. But no, it was a false alarm, she kept on going as usual: slow, overloaded, overworked and over moaning.

But one good day, not long ago, she had enough. At first I thought I had done something to make her react that way and I felt pretty bad about it. But of course it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with her lack of power and drive.

Looking back, I have to say that I am surprised she lasted that long. And I am grateful she did.

Yes, I am talking about my ugly and cheap Compaq notebook, who's finally called it quits.

She will be missed.