Late to the party...

Today has been an unusually frustrating morning on my lovely computer. I thought technology was suppose to make life easier, but I'm starting to think older generations lives were a cake walk. I know I here all the stories about how hard they had to work in the field, how they had to do everything by hand, and how the snow was up to their waste in July while they pushed rocks up hills for no reason other than, "that's just the way it was." But I'm calling bullshit...they didn't have it hard. I have it hard dammit. They spend 3 hours just to gather the supplies needed to make breakfast, I spend 3 hours trying to get my damn laptop to do what it was made to do...who has it worse? When they finished, they get to eat...when I finished, I get to read email about penis enlargements. Plus they get the recognition of having done, "hard work." What do I get? Nothing...that's what. Then even get the satisfaction of going on and on about how hard they had to work when they were younger...what am I going to do? Complain to my grandkids that I used to have to move a mouse around on a screen to check my email, rather then think the word, "email" with my neural implant? Consider this: Let's say one man has an ax and is told to cut down as many trees as he can in 6 hours, and another man has a chainsaw and is told the same. After 6 hours the man with the chainsaw has way more trees cut down, but the man with the ax man gets all the glory of getting to say, "yeah well, I had to use an ax." Did the man with the chainsaw work any less hard than the man with the ax? No! He cut down trees for the same amount of time as the man with the ax! He did the same work, just had to do more, with all the sense of accomplishment going to the man with the ax. The moral of the story is this: Pay someone else to cut down the trees.
I'm telling you, the older generation doesn't know how good they have it. Imagine living in an era where going to town was a treat, rather than a chore. Where you married one of the 5 girls in your village, and her dad allowed it because you knew how to shoe a mule.
Anyway, I'm ranting and I'm not going in a logical order, but I'm still angry at my computer. Let me ask you this. In the history of a program not running correctly on your computer, has the little window that pops up saying, "Microsoft is searching for a solution" ever actually lead to an actual solution?