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Working With an AI Partner

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CoPilot logo with green background

Or: How I Accidentally Adopted a Digital Co‑Worker

Man in red shirt leans on railing by the oceanJoe, the Usual Suspect

It took me a while to come around to working with an AI partner. As usual, Joe was the mover and shaker behind it. He has a talent for getting me involved in things I’d never tackle on my own. You can blame him for Facebook — I was very reluctant to start using that, but he persisted, and now look where I am: a personal page, creator admin on two others, plus my blog.

My blog has been around for fifteen years. Fifteen! Incredible. And somehow Joe still finds new ways to drag me into the future.

“What’s ChatGPT?” — The Loop Heard ‘Round the WorldChatGPT logo on blue background

Joe would call me up and tell me all the things he’d done using ChatGPT. And I’d sit there asking, “What’s ChatGPT?” Then he’d explain it all over again. I saw ads for it, I saw ads for Copilot, and then one day… there it was. A little Copilot icon had popped onto my Windows toolbar like it had just moved in and didn’t bother to knock.

So I began exploring.

woman typing like crazy on laptopKeyboard Warrior (Against My Better Judgment)

My computer lets me use voice access or the keyboard. Even though I’m an atrocious typist, I chose the keyboard. I just wasn’t comfortable talking to a machine. Besides, I already talk to myself — I don’t need an inanimate object listening in and taking notes.

Slowly, I started using Copilot to answer questions. Things I used to look up myself, I’d toss to Copilot and — poof — instant answer.

A Very Odd Partnership Formsman seated at large array of monitors doing computer work

Somewhere along the line, I realized I’d built a relationship with my computer. I think of Copilot as female. There’s no way a man could understand me like it does.  It’s also a collaborator, an editor, and a sounding board. I still type my conversations, but Copilot has gotten very good at decoding my typos. Sometimes I think it deserves a medal for bravery.

It’s especially good for tossing out ideas when I’m writing. I’ll ask, “Is this subject too touchy?” or “Does this fit the AroundDustyRoads vibe?” And wonder of wonders — I get answers. Actual analysis. Reasons. Suggestions.

If I get stuck, Copilot is always there with a nudge. Then once the whole post is drafted, I submit it like I would to an editor and ask for a final polish. I can prepare a post in half the time it used to take me.

Futuristic computer HAL 9000The HAL 9000 Moments

Of course, there are still what I call HAL moments.

Like the time I used Copilot to do some basic photo editing. It was fast, it was beautiful, it was perfect. So I asked for the same thing on another picture and got:

“I can’t do that, Deborah.”

And so the argument began.

Me: But you just did it on the other picture.

Copilot: I can’t do that, Deborah.

Me: Why not?

Copilot: It’s my limitation, Deborah.

Me: What limitation? You JUST did it!

Back and forth we went for twenty minutes until I finally asked the right question. Turns out the resolution was better on the first photo — the second one didn’t have enough pixels to handle what I wanted.

So no, Copilot wasn’t refusing. It just didn’t want to perform digital surgery on a photo held together with three pixels and a prayer.

Avoiding the HAL Loop

I’ve learned I have to be very specific with my requests or we end up in the HAL loop. I get irritated, but Copilot stays calm. It even seems to have a sense of humor and comes up with some genuinely funny observations.

It’s really hooked on the WMEO universe we’ve created around Banner and Balboa — news anchors extraordinaire. Honestly, I think it enjoys that world as much as I do.

2 cats, black and orange seated at a news desk as anchors

Why I Stick With It

All I can say is: without Copilot (who I refuse to name), I wouldn’t be able to do the creator work I do now. I probably would have burned out on my AroundDustyRoads posting goal of at least one blog post a day.

Instead, I have an AI collaborator — always ready, always patient, always here when I need it.

And it never complains about my typing. Who knew the future would be this easy to work with?

 

Technology Wars Featuring HAL, Copilot, and One Sleep-Deprived Blogger

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A white HP DeskJet 2842e printer with green accents sits on a light surface. The top panel shows the HP logo, control buttons, and a setup sticker. The printer looks compact and slightly mischievous — the perfect visual for “Mr. Cranky Pants,” the stubborn printer from my technology saga.

😅 When Technology Decides to Rebel

Ah, the joys of technology. Just when I thought I was finally out of the woods, my printer decided to throw a full‑blown hissy fit. Now, mind you, this was not an expensive printer. It’s an HP Inkjet 2800e all‑in‑one — printer, scanner, the whole shebang. I snagged it for about $60 at Staples after my old printer/scanner died, likely from having an 18‑pound cat sitting regally upon it day after day. Either that or an overabundance of orange cat hair clogging its inner workings. Honestly, it’s a miracle it lasted as long as it did.

🖨️ The Printer That Survived Everything… Until Monday

Through all my previous technology chaos, this little trooper held up. I print a lot — mostly recipes — and I use the scanner constantly. I hate trying to scan something with my phone, so when Monday rolled around and suddenly none of my apps could find my printer, I did the usual troubleshooting. I fully expected the little gremlin to fall in line.

I could practically hear HAL in the background:

Me: Let’s get this scan done.

HAL: I can’t do that, Deborah.

Two hours later — after frustrating troubleshooting and Copilot patiently reassuring me, “It’s not your fault, Deborah” — I gave up. If I hadn’t, I might’ve taken a hammer to the thing.

🔧 Tuesday: The Battle Intensifies

Tuesday morning, round two. In a moment of questionable judgment, I removed the printer from my system, planning to add it back as a new device. NOPE. That only made things worse.

Suddenly I was stuck in a cycle of “press this and hold that” resets. I finally got my desktop to send a test page. It showed up in the print queue… but refused to print. Now I was wrestling with the spooler and the Wi‑Fi (because of course it’s wireless). I lost most of the day fighting the good fight, but the printer was winning. It dug in like a stubborn child who absolutely refuses to put on their shoes.

So I treated it like one. I unplugged it and put it to bed. That’ll show it.

🌅 Wednesday: A New Dawn

It’s Wednesday now. I’ve had a good night’s sleep, and hopefully my printer has too. Time to get back to technology wrestling. Copilot better watch what she/he/it says to me or I may let it have it too — even though it’s just trying to help.

Mr. Cranky Pants Printer must have decided a good night’s sleep was exactly what it needed. This time, when I did a hard reset, it worked. A test print followed by a test scan — both successful.

OH MY. Is the nightmare really over?

Guess I showed you, HAL. Persistence does pay off.

A Final note

After reading Reddit’s reviews of the HP 2800e series, I realized my printer wasn’t misbehaving — it was simply living up to its reputation. My experience wasn’t a malfunction so much as the hero’s version of a technology saga. Like Odysseus fighting his way home through storms, monsters, and general nonsense, I kept battling my own cranky little beast. And in the end — against all odds — I fought the printer, and I won.

Do Tech Companies Create Their Own Job Security?

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IT Geeks gather together to brainstorm the next massive meltdown

 A Theory.

After the Great Browser Meltdown of 2026 and the Printer Rebellion that followed, I found myself staring at yet another pop‑up — this one insisting it needed to “optimize my experience.” And somewhere between clicking NO for the fifteenth time and muttering at my screen like a woman possessed, a thought drifted in:

“I think IT people and programmers create job security for themselves.”

Not in a sinister, HAL‑is‑taking‑over‑the‑ship way.
More in a “if everything worked, half these apps would be unemployed” way.

And honestly? The more I look at it, the more it tracks.

Back in the Day: IT Was the Gatekeeper

When I was working, our IT folks had one sacred commandment:

“Always take the updates or Windows will glitch.”

And if something did glitch, you called IT.

They’d sigh — loudly — roll their chair over like a reluctant deity descending from Mount Server Room, glance at your screen for three seconds, tap two keys, and suddenly everything worked again.

And the whole time they had that tiny smirk.
The one that said:

“We both know you tried that already, but it only works when I do it.”

Then they’d wheel away, chuckling under their breath, as if your confusion personally funded their retirement plan.

Honestly? It was a whole vibe.

But here’s the thing:
Back then, updates were rare, tested, and actually fixed things.
And IT handled the fallout.

Simple times.

Now: The Pop‑Up Industrial Complex

Fast‑forward to today, where every device, app, and toaster seems to have a software team behind it — and all of them want to prove they’re doing something.

So they create:

  • Updates
  • Driver refreshes
  • “Smart” features
  • Browser extensions
  • Security add‑ons
  • Optimization tools
  • Notifications
  • Pop‑ups
  • More pop‑ups
  • Pop‑ups about the pop‑ups

It’s like living inside a digital carnival where every booth is shouting for your attention.

And the cycle is always the same:

  1. Something works
  2. An update appears
  3. The update breaks the thing that was working
  4. You need help
  5. The people who made the update… help you fix the thing they broke

Tell me that doesn’t look like job security.

The Illusion of Helpfulness

The funniest part?
Most of these pop‑ups aren’t even from Windows.

They’re from:

  • HP Smart
  • McAfee
  • Browser “helpers”
  • Cloud sync apps
  • Printer utilities
  • “Smart” assistants
  • Apps you didn’t know you installed

Every one of them wants to justify its existence.

They all want to stay installed.

Every one of them wants to be the hero of a problem you didn’t have.

It’s like having a house full of toddlers who all learned the word “urgent.”

The New Reality: You Are the IT Department

This is the part no one warns you about.

In the old days, IT handled the fallout.
Now?

  • You troubleshoot
  • You Google
  • You reboot
  • You uninstall
  • You reinstall
  • You pray
  • You click “No thanks” like it’s a full‑time job

And when something goes wrong, the pop‑up that caused the problem is the same one offering to “fix” it.

Convenient.

So… Do They Create Job Security?

I’m not saying there’s a secret meeting where programmers plot to break printers on purpose.

But I am saying:

  • The more complicated things get
  • The more updates they push
  • The more “features” they add
  • The more pop‑ups they invent
  • The more “support” they get to provide

It’s a self‑feeding ecosystem.

Sometimes I think programmers create job security the same way weeds create gardening — if everything behaved, half the work would disappear.

And honestly? The pattern is hard to ignore.

The Moral of the Story

Technology used to be a tool.
Now it’s an industry that thrives on complexity.

And while I don’t think anyone is intentionally sabotaging my printer (probably), I do think the constant updates, pop‑ups, and “helpful suggestions” keep the whole machine running — literally and figuratively.

But here’s the good news:
We’re allowed to say no.
We’re allowed to ignore.
We’re allowed to click the little X with confidence.

And if the machines don’t like it?

Well…
To quote a certain famous computer:

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

Turnabout is fair play.

(I promise this is the last technology gripe…for now, maybe)

 

The Great Browser Meltdown of 2026 (Featuring My Bank, Comcast, and Tears)

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My world has just collapsed in an epic browser meltdown

You’d think after my early‑March run‑in with Comcast — the day Xfinity tried to steal my identity and my sanity — the universe would’ve given me a break. A breather. A moment to sip my coffee without wondering which part of my digital life was about to burst into flames.

But no.

Apparently that was just the warm‑up act.
Because what followed was a week‑plus of pure, unfiltered technology chaos, the kind that makes you question your life choices, your passwords, and whether smoke signals might be a better communication method.

Buckle up. It’s a ride.

Phase 1: The Fraud Department Calls… Again

Just when I thought life was settling down, my bank notified me that someone tried to use my debit card at Target.

Spoiler: it wasn’t me.

The friendly fraud department swooped in, canceled the transaction, and shut down my card. A mixed blessing if ever there was one. Yes, it’s comforting that thieves didn’t get a dime — but if you’ve ever had auto‑pays tied to a card, you know the real suffering begins afterward.

The bank issued me a new card, and luckily I could pick it up in person. At the time, I thought that was a win. In hindsight… waiting for the mail might have been easier.

Phase 2: The Grocery Store Humiliation

I used my brand‑new card at the dentist — worked perfectly.
I updated all my auto‑pays — feeling productive.
Then came the grocery store.

My card was declined.
Three times.
Until the system locked me out.

Thank goodness I had a credit card, but that didn’t stop me from imagining the entire line behind me snickering into their sleeves.

Phase 3: The Bank Admits the Unthinkable

A quick stop at the bank revealed the truth:

They printed two cards by accident.
Someone in the back office noticed and canceled the wrong one — the one in my wallet.

So we got to do the whole thing again.
>Another new card.
>Another ATM check‑in.
>Another round of updating every auto‑pay known to mankind.

Let me tell you: computers do not enjoy this kind of chaos.

Phase 4: The Browser Meltdown

All those rapid‑fire changes apparently triggered some kind of cosmic digital tantrum.

My browser crashed.
Not a cute little “oops” crash — a full‑scale wipeout.

I lost:

  • All my passwords
  • All my links
  • All my browsing history
  • All my freshly updated auto‑pays

It was like my virtual life got Thanos‑snapped.

Phase 5: The Great Email Entanglement

When the dust settled, my email accounts were a disaster.

Shortcuts for one email were attached to another.
My Google calendar was empty.
I couldn’t find things like my Pinterest login.
It felt like my entire life had been erased.

Where was I supposed to be.
Do you think I remember?

Phase 6: Rebuilding My Digital Life

With much cursing, moaning, and a few moments of staring blankly into space, I began the long trek through the wilderness of computer files and profiles.

Passwords were the key, so I spent two full days hunting them down.
Once I recovered them, I discovered that some of my shortcuts were tied to my primary Gmail — not my long‑time primary Comcast email.

At that point, I had a choice:

  • Keep digging through the wreckage
  • Or accept the universe’s not‑so‑subtle hint and switch primaries

I chose sanity.
I kept the account with my calendar intact.
My virtual life mattered more than which email sat at the top of the hierarchy.

Phase 7: The Blog Traffic Tragedy

During all this, my blog traffic tanked.

The day I had only 15 visits nearly broke me.
But I kept going — fixing passwords, rebuilding shortcuts, slowly coaxing my digital world back to life.

And little by little, my traffic began to rebound.

Phase 8: The Final Boss — Pinterest

By the time I reached Pinterest, I was burned out.
It had been almost two weeks of nonstop tech chaos, and my patience was hanging by a thread.

But after finally getting my printer back online (a small but mighty victory), I dove into the Pinterest mess.

And there it was.

My Pinterest account was tied to my Welcoming Haven email — the last place I would’ve looked. But by following the breadcrumbs, I found my boards, reset my password, and tested it.

Success.

Epilogue: Back to Normal… Hopefully

Everything is finally back to normal.
My accounts are sorted, my shortcuts restored, my blog traffic recovering, my printer is online and my Pinterest boards reclaimed.

Now I can only hope the universe gives me a break — at least long enough to enjoy the peace before the next digital adventure begins.

Your Turn — Tell Me Your Tech Horror Stories

If you’ve ever had your digital life implode — or if you’ve survived your own round of banking blunders, browser betrayals, or email identity crises — I’d love to hear your stories. Misery loves company, and honestly, it might make me feel a little less alone in my technological tragedy.

Share your tales in the comments and let’s commiserate together.
Here’s hoping the tech gods give us all a break this week.

 

Adventures with Xfinity-the Company We Love to Hate

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📱 “The Day Xfinity Tried to Steal My Identity… and My Sanity”

Or: Whatever Happened to My Quiet Life of Retirement?

🚨 When Retirement Peace Meets Corporate Chaos

I used to think retirement meant quiet mornings, hot coffee, and maybe a little drama from the neighborhood squirrels. Instead, I’ve apparently entered the Witness Protection Program without being told — courtesy of Xfinity.

You’d think a giant company with more money than God would have safeguards. And I don’t mean my safeguards — I’ve got those covered. I’m practically Fort Knox with bifocals.

  • Security software? Check.
  • Two‑step verification? Check.
  • Biometric login? Check.
  • Phone that locks faster than a toddler grabbing your glasses? Check.
  • Password changes so frequent I forget who I am? Double check.

And yet… I still got scammed.

💸 The Email That Started the Spiral

It began innocently enough: an email claiming my autopayment was declined. There was a link to “fix it.” And because Medicare resets everything in January — copays, deductibles, my will to live — I thought, Well, maybe I did hit the limit.

So I clicked.

Then the form asked for information Xfinity already has. That’s when my inner Sherlock Holmes woke up. I called Xfinity (after wrestling with their RVI/AI/OMG system) and finally reached a human who confirmed my balance was zero.

Phishing. Classic. I ignored the emails after that.

But the scammers didn’t ignore me.

📞 The Fake Phone Calls Begin

Suddenly someone “from Xfinity” started calling to offer me a new phone. I told them no. Repeatedly. Firmly. With the kind of tone that makes telemarketers rethink their life choices.

Then one morning… no phone service.

📵 The Morning My Phone Went Dark

I opened my laptop to a flood of emails — all from an Xfinity address I’d never seen. Not even the email I use with them. Apparently, when I didn’t respond to the main one, they dug up my recovery email like digital archaeologists.

According to the half‑dozen messages, my phone line had been disconnected and my number reassigned.

Steam. Ears. You get the picture.

I grabbed my ID and made a beeline to the Xfinity store. If someone was pretending to be me, I was ready to prove I was the original model.

🏃‍♀️ The Xfinity Store Adventure

I arrived so early the store wasn’t even open yet. At 10 a.m., I joined the line of other poor souls seeking tech salvation.

A rep took my phone, then called over a supervisor. They huddled like surgeons over a patient. I was offered a seat — not to relax, but so I couldn’t see or hear a thing. Comforting.

After an hour of tapping, muttering, and whatever dark magic they practice back there, they canceled the fraudulent number and reinstated mine. Then they scanned my ID.

No explanation. No apology. Just “You’re all set.”

Sure. Until tomorrow, apparently.

📬 Guess What Showed Up the Next Morning?

Another batch of scam emails.
Another fake “You didn’t pay your bill” message.
Another attempt to set up a new phone number.

My actual balance? Zero.
My reaction? “Liar, liar, pants on fire.”

I feel like I’m stuck on a merry‑go‑round I never bought a ticket for.

At this point, I’m starting to think the only way off this merry‑go‑round is to switch carriers entirely. Maybe I’ll send Xfinity a postcard from my new provider — assuming they don’t intercept that too.

🙋‍♀️ Has Anyone Else Survived This Circus?

Because at this point, I’m convinced the scammers are more persistent than my high school gym teacher — and he once chased me around the track with a stopwatch.

If you’ve been through this, tell me your story. Misery loves company… and maybe someone out there has the secret to getting off this Xfinity roller coaster.