So, “Leinster today,” huh? Well, let me tell you, it wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. I figured, you know, I’d finally tackle that “Leinster” project I’ve been putting off. Just a bit of organizing, tidying up some old digital notes and sketches. Sounded simple enough, right? Famous last words.
I started off pretty optimistic. Fired up the old laptop, grabbed a coffee. The plan was to sort through years of accumulated stuff, tag it, maybe even make a fancy database. I envisioned this beautifully streamlined archive by the end of the day. Ha! The universe, as they say, had other plans.
First, the software I wanted to use, some supposedly “intuitive” thing, decided to throw a tantrum. It kept crashing every time I tried to import a batch of files. I spent a good hour just troubleshooting that mess. Googled error codes, fiddled with settings, the whole nine yards. It felt like I was back in my first IT job, wrestling with ancient hardware and even more ancient software. Just pure, unadulterated frustration.
Then, when I finally got that piece of junk somewhat stable, I realized half my old files were in formats that nothing modern wants to recognize. Obscure formats from programs that probably don’t even exist anymore. So, more time wasted hunting down converters, and half of those either didn’t work or wanted me to pay a king’s ransom for a “pro” version. Seriously, why do we make things so complicated?
I remember thinking, this is supposed to be progress? Back in the day, you had a notebook, a pen. Simple. Now you need a degree in computer archaeology just to look at your own notes from five years ago. It’s nuts.
Anyway, I plodded on. Managed to convert a few things, tagged a small portion of the mess. But that grand vision of a perfectly organized “Leinster” archive? Not even close. By mid-afternoon, I was just staring blankly at the screen, feeling like I’d achieved absolutely nothing except raising my blood pressure.
I even tried to categorize some images, and the AI tagging feature on another app I tried just came up with the most ridiculous labels. A picture of my cat was tagged as “small furry alien.” Close, I guess, but not helpful.
So, what did “Leinster today” amount to? Well, I did clear out a few duplicate files. That’s something, right? And I learned that my patience is thinner than I thought. Mostly, I just ended up with a bigger headache and a renewed appreciation for just letting sleeping dogs lie, or in this case, sleeping files stay unsorted.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll just, I don’t know, actually go for a walk. Less chance of software betrayal there. Or maybe I’ll just label the whole damn folder “Leinster – DO NOT OPEN” and call it a day. That’s a system, too, I suppose.
