Focus

Ruffles My Feathers

Yesterday my iPhone Calendar announced “Id have an early morning!”
Suddenly, I have a relationship with my Calendar app.
I did, indeed have an 8AM appointment at my Albany Apple Store for a personal lesson in Garage Band.
Eager to face the ice storm, I awoke at 4:30AM, had breakfast, over-dressed, discerned the safety of traveling,
got all my electronics ready to go, completed my daily errands, and set off…duped by the weather report
and my invasive iPhone Assistant.

Last week, my bank manager told me I had a relationship with their computer
which ascertained that I was to be penalized $37.50 for a $10.50 check
written against funds which were in one of my other accounts. It could list all my balances but was unable to take
the $10.50 from any of them. Instead an elaborate ritual was enacted which resulted in said bank of taking a total of $300
from my funds. Humans regrettably informed me that the computer had a formula which exacted the $300 penalty; they could not forgive any errors
even though “I had a relationship with the (bank, people, computer) PICK ONE.

Seems I need to change focus in my relationships.
Focus on the digits which now have a face.
It bites.
It’s salivating.
It’s judging.
Ouch!!!!!!!