My Dear Microsoft,...

My Dear Microsoft,

how I loathe you!

You owe me this Tuesday, and I'd make you spit it back if you were in front of me.

When the motherboard of my Windows 7 computer decided to kick the bucket, all I could find was the utter crap that you call Windows 8.

It took me months to make the thing do what I want for WORK (you know, that silly lil' thing that allows normal people who don't get bonuses the amount of a small country's GNP to pay the rent and eat each day).

I probably jinxed it a bit since just last weekend, I was thinking, 'Okay, things aren't too bad with the computer these days; no funny hiccough.'...........

But when I download a Microsoft file (one part of Windows Live Essentials! Just one tiny programme!), I don't want you to take control of a sub-part of the system and tell the computer to do things that I'd turned off on purpose LAST YEAR!

It all boils down to some cretin (I suspect that the plural form for this one is "a gathering of wankers") at Microsoft working at its desk and believing from the bottom of its lil' heart that 'Oh, I know what the suckers patrons need, and I'll code the commands to do exactly what I want, not what our clients may want. I (and me, and myself, and my superior ego, too!) know best...'.

When I noticed this morning that something was wrong, what did I do? I tried to launch the System Restore... only to have it fail several times, which took hours(!!!), because Windows 8 had started its mutation, and it had already done something to the Registry.

I know that I could contact you, my dear Microsoft, but, for having already tried that with other issues, I know that clients are either ignored or patronized, and I'm in the mood for bloody neither.

It's highly unlikely that I'll ever meet the cretin/gathering of wankers responsible for my losing this day trying to fix what I hadn't allowed in the first place, but if that were to happen... Weeeeeeeeeell, be ready for a friendly chat...

Sincerely (disappointed!),

Dru