An unreasonable amount of my free time is spent trying to get things to work. Its either a laptop, a PC, something on a phone, an iPad, or some component of one of these things. This morning its Memory cards. I use a lot of them for work and, every so often, one stops working. Instead of fighting with them during work hours, I place them to one side and just use a new one. Then, later on when I have time, I try to work out what's going on with the card in question.
Of course there's a great degree of folly to this, because experience has shown me that, if they don't work after about a minute of trying, then they're not going to ever work. Still the optimist in me tries, especially when I can easily count up hundreds of pounds worth of these little cards lying around. I reason that an hour of my time is bound to be worth the £30 value of a resurrected memory card. Of course that's assuming that I will be successful, which I always assume and I am always wrong.
This is the electronic age we live in. Everything is complicated and produced in mass by machines. Therefore they are cheap to make and difficult, and costly, to repair. How counter-intuitive it is to just take something, which is so useful when it works, and dump it because it has developed some tiny, invisible flaw. Everything is disposable.