I’m not a complete tidy freak, there is still a good deal of mess around me wherever I sit, but I still have a hang up about a clean computer.
Not that the screen has to be free of dust, or that the vents have no accumulation of hair and dead skin cells, but the software and file system has to be just right.
This means no icons on the desktop or superfluous open windows, and only as many open tabs as I need. Unfortunately I married someone with an opposing ethos.
Mrs G likes windows, well apart from the Microsoft version. Not that she is a Macolyte she hates any software that changes. Please nobody tell her that MSN messenger is going, I need to break it to her gently.
Whenever I look at her taskbar it is covered in icons, normally several Word documents, a few different chat programmes and at least one instance of Chrome.
Oh Chrome, and the abuse of the “Open in new tab” option she inflicts. Whenever I come to use her laptop to plug into the TV (its then only way we can watch US TV in the UK – at the moment) I cry a little at the volume of pages that have been loaded.
It’s like the Ctrl+h command made flesh.
I swear if there was an option to never close a tab or window it would be used. Its like there is a fear that if the tab is closed then the page will forever be lost to the web (an interesting idea that, imagine if each page of the internet was only able to be viewed by one person at a time and you borrowed it like a library book. Having to return it when you are done, or if lost never to be seen again).
Can she see what’s on the tabs? Does she remember what they were in the first place? Does she act so cavalier with her tab management because she knows it upsets my ordered window sensibility?
No, no, and almost certainly.
It’s even worse on her iPad. Chrome is unstable enough without there being ten tabs sitting on a wall. The majority are bunched up on the tab bar waiting for the lottery of either opening them or accidentally closing one. I would rather use safari then enter in the hell like world she has created.
Things get worse when you look at her phone. It took me a lot of my convincing powers to get her to move from her iPhone to an Android device and I think overall she is glad she did, but her notification bar is incredible. The thing about notifications is that when you get one it normally means you have a look and see what someone (or something is after). “Oh I have a message, let me read the message” and so on. Not for Mrs G.
She treats notifications like Pokemon. Oh look a Gmail, now I have a message, cool a Groupon notification…I hope I get a Updates Available soon! Gotta catch-em-all.
I know that she will be reading this, and will be all “hmmm” at me, so to give her some love back please check out her blog Across The Wide Ocean. Notice what the most popular blog category is?
Remember the seven cardinal sins? You’re given the serious task of adding a new one to the list — another trait or behavior you find particularly unacceptable, for whatever reason. What’s sin #8 for you? Why?
(Hat tip to 99 Problems and Done for suggesting a deadly sin-themed prompt!)
Source: The Eighth Sin