Don't Change!

I don’t know about you, but most times I dislike change. Don’t get me wrong, because if I suddenly got a million pounds, I wouldn’t mind that one bit. No, I’m talking about small things, like getting used to a new keyboard because your last one decided to type whatever the hell it fancied despite you pressing the correct keys. Or places like Photobucket and Wordpress changing the way they do things.

I use Photobucket and Wordpress a lot due to doing site revamps. I did not appreciate finding Wordpress had changed their way of adding links to text. I followed the onscreen instructions in their darling little boxes, only to find the links didn’t appear. Piss off #1. So I grumbled about people effing with things when they worked perfectly well before, and abandoned the link idea. I swore a lot that day, and Hubby no longer gives me sidelong glances when my monitor is called nasty names and I pull my hair in frustration.

The same day I used Photobucket, who had also decided to change their way of doing things. Piss off #2.

Just don’t, all right? It winds me the hell up when I’m used to doing things a certain way and then I have to retrain my brain to do it another way. It takes precious moments of my time learning the new stuff—usually adding a few more minutes to my tasks. I know it’s only minutes, but doing this several times a day adds up to many minutes, possibly a lost hour. That isn’t funny when there aren’t enough hours in the day for me as it is.

I like to get used to the idea of something changing before I’ll allow the change—unless I have no control over it. Like the microwave catching fire that time while cooking popcorn or the washing machine flooding the floor, silently screaming at me, “I told you I wasn’t feeling well. I told you you needed a new me, and you didn’t listen until I spewed my guts up all over your floor. And now you’re ranting about the mess I made, as though I hadn’t tried to tell you by making my drum clonk in the spin cycle and that one time I refused to drink the washing detergent from my little detergent drawer.”

(Ah, piss off!)

I like to know what I’m doing and when. I don’t dig surprises where I’m put on the spot and have to make a snap decision, although I do cope well when presented with such occurrences. I haven’t got OCD or anything, I just…am how I am.

Do you embrace change, long for it, even, or do you like the safer option of knowing what’s likely to be lurking around the corner? Do you prefer to pootle along, or are you more of a daredevil in that you hunger for the unexpected and live off the thrill when stuff happens out of the blue?