Change

I don't like change. Never have. As a kid, I ate fried chicken wings, rice, gravey, and green beans every single day after school during my freshman year of high school. It probably would have lasted longer, but my mother finally refused to cook that meal more than once a week.

Now, in the age of exponential technological changes, change is a way of life. Our district switched to Microsoft Outlook for our email, and I am not a happy camper. My desktop and laptop did not accept the changes, so the tech child came in to handle the issues. His attitude at first was "This won't take a second," but then quickly moved to murmmers of "Huh, that should have worked," "that's odd," and "Hmmm, that's never happened before." He finally got everything running, and now I can no longer access my email from home unless I go online.