My stupid mouse on my stupid computer at my stupid work has decided it no longer wishes to function as a mere device and has declared its independence. It’s possible it is even now considering a future in interpretive danse. Sometimes when I click, it performs whatever pointing thingy I want it to, often it just ignores me. Pull down menus vanish like a mirage when I try to select something on them and often a link under the menu will wind up the lucky winner. That’s how I landed on the Chronicle’s sports page three times in a row. Attempting to highlight a section is an exercise in futility: I might as well be working with an Etch-a-Sketch.
My plan is to wait until everyone else goes home and then sneak over to the desk of someone I don’t like and switch out mouses with them. The only difficulty will be selecting a victim from the many, many deserving goons here. If you had ever experienced our tech “support” you would know it’s the only way.