I usually consider myself pretty chill when it comes to stress. But today, it’s barely past 10 AM, and I’ve already been hit with multiple waves of stress. Just gotta jot it down.
First off, I’ve been hooked on a show that shares real-life dashcam footage of car accidents. It’s wild! Watching all those scenarios made me wonder if my dashcam’s memory is enough. I mean, the more I watched, the more I realized having a dashcam is the bare minimum I could do. My old memory card was 64GB, and it only saved about a week’s worth of footage. So, I bought a new, high-capacity memory card and planned to switch it out this morning. But guess what? My stock dashcam doesn’t have a screen! I had no clue if the new memory was even recognized. Turns out, I needed to connect it to an app to check the status. Annoying, but manageable. I’m not one to get easily stressed, after all.
So, I slowly installed the app and fired it up. Then, a prompt to connect to the dashcam’s WiFi popped up. The SSID and password were pre-entered, but the connection failed spectacularly. With no screen on the dashcam, there was nothing more I could do. I called customer service, and they suggested a reset: hold the volume and power buttons for over 3 seconds until you hear a beep, and it should reboot. Tried it over 20 times, but not a peep from the dashcam. It was like it had been mute since birth.
I truly felt like smashing the dashcam with my fist, throwing it on the ground, and stomping on it. Rage flooded through me. Thoughts of Han Moon-chul or the high-capacity memory were nowhere to be found. Just an explosive anger towards the company that designed such a crappy dashcam. Who decided to make this thing a stock part? It’s the 21st century, and it’s a shame. Someone should’ve been born in the past and faced an old-school punishment for this…
For the sake of my sanity, I put the old memory back in the dashcam and biked over to the local Starbucks. And there, I walked right into situation number two. I ordered my coffee, washed my hands in the bathroom, and was about to leave when I realized I had to unlock the door with a sensor. With wet hands, I couldn’t open it. 😒 Another wave of annoyance hit me. If you have hyperhidrosis, you might end up living in a bathroom forever, so be careful visiting this Starbucks near Konkuk University.
Moments like these make me miss the good old click-click of analog switches. That satisfying sound and knowing if something is on or off just by looking at it. As a kid, I used to play with the living room lights, turning them on and off repeatedly. It was a good way to blow off steam. Mom warned I’d go blind doing that, but so far, so good. 😌 But even those rocker switches are slowly disappearing from homes, and I can’t be the only one who hates those sensor switches where you can’t even tell if they’re on or off.
As I sat down, dreaming of swapping the TV switch for a toggle, I glanced to my side. There was a guy, barefoot, stretching his legs onto the chair in front, lost in his smartphone. It was like he was alone on Mexico’s Marieta Hidden Beach, soaking up the sun with bare toes…
You look so comfy, sir.
All I could think of was how much I wanted to kick his relaxed shoulders. 😤
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