It’s supposed to be a simple project, print out a list before I leave for a meeting, so being the last minute procrastinator that I am, I think, “It’s simple, I’ll print it right before I walk out the door.”

Wrong!  The gods of karma hear that thought in my head and immediately start plotting, laughing as they put into motion their evil plan.  It starts when I walk up to my office and the computer I was supposed to use is shut down, what?  Wait for it to boot up?  I don’t have time, this is supposed to happen quickly.

I run downstairs and get my other computer which works ten times faster than the one resembling my Grandmother when it came time to leave the Golden Corral (“hold on honey, the hips aint as spry as they used to be.  Is anyone looking?  Let me go and dump the mints into my purse)  I pull up exactly what I want and pull the cord to my plug and play printer and send the job.  Whew!  Averted that one.

Wait a minute, did I see a phantom finger go across my screen?  A nice dialog box pops up on the screen, “I’m sorry, this is your Karma speaking.  This computer cannot recognize an old piece of shit printer like this one so we’re not going to work for you.”  What?  My job hangs there in some Janis Joplin type haze waiting for some direction from above that will never come.

OK, I will not let this beat me.  I take what I’ve created on my NICE computer and email it to myself (yes, I have constant conversations with myself) so I can get to my old crappy computer which is doing its final yawn as it comes to life.  Since both this computer and the printer were created during the 8 track times, they should both work.  I open the email download the document, get it ready to print by opening it.

Karma laughs again with a dialog box that basically says, “I’m sorry, were you trying to open this nice document created by the ultra fast cool program on this shitty computer?  We’re not supposed to talk to each other, they are like that cousin that lives out in the woods that no one claims.  You can’t open this document full of bells and whistles because this crappy computer cannot handle it nor that piece of shit printer sitting there waiting impatiently.