Nothing induces a bad dose of work day inertia like a hot sunny day just visible through the window. If only I had won the lottery last Saturday, I’d be lying by a pool by now with a stack of novels on one side of my lounger and fruity cocktail on the other. Occasionally a subtle minion would glide past and mist me with invisible sunscreen while a second minion alights to press a frozen grape into the palm of my hand.
Instead I’m stuck in here after a bad night sleep responding to the question of why exactly one particular PDF document from the website will not display on the centuries old laptop a colleague uses at home.
The answer my friends is this; it works on everyone elses as does every other PDF doc I have tried on the damn thing. I can find no reason why it doesn’t on this piece of shit.
My colleague persists – but why?, she asks. Inside I answer; I don’t know and I don’t care, outside I am at a loss for words. I eventually mutter something about the magic inside having died a little, specifically the magic that controls PDF displays on that particular document.
