Office Shit: Wireless Keyboard

My regular keyboard was replaced with a wireless keyboard that operates on AAA batteries.

I mean, this seems like an improvement of sorts on the surface, but let’s consider.

First of all, how fucking far away am I going to be from the computer?  Am I storing the machine in one room and the monitor/keyboard in another?  Is this so I could take the keyboard in the bathroom and continue typing emails on the crapper?  Blind typing while dumping?  If that’s the intended purpose, I’m upset because I’m not doing that.  I consider shit time somewhat of a break time.  Or at least a break from work time.  Depending on how deep I got into a Red Baron the night before, taking a dump might be the most labor-intensive event of the day.

And how is replacing a tiny wire with batteries an improvement?  I don’t really know what’s inside a wire, or if there’s even anything at all in there other than trapped air and wishes, but I suspect that, unlike a battery, it’s not full of acid.  Call it a hunch.

Some things are nice wireless.  I appreciate that Xbox has been so hot on going wireless.  It affords me a lot of opportunities to take a controller into the kitchen by accident and lose it for a few weeks.  Or to fall asleep on the couch and awake to the searing pain of a control stick wedging right into some kind of organ in the back there, whichever one is close to the surface and really likes to get stabbed by one inch of plastic circle.

And have you ever been pretending to type only to find out your keyboard doesn’t even have any batteries in it?  That shit’s embarrassing.  And harmful to my facade of productivity.