With a laptop to the appointment?
Not the best idea for a journalist.
But read for yourself.
The journalist also keeps up with the times.
That's why I didn't take shorthand at the annual general meeting of FC Schwaig, but wrote directly on my laptop.
Which, to quote Monaco Franze, was "quite a piece of shit" this time.
Because the keyboard went crazy.
At first it went well, there was also a socket for the power supply nearby.
What else should happen?
The T no longer struck.
The N, U and S no longer either.
The sentence at the top would then read like this: "Ach the Jo r ali go mi the Zei ." Huh?
Have I already raised my annual letter budget?
Beginning of January?
What to do in such a case?
Turn off!
1. the computer;
2. the own system.
The usual tirades about technology don't do so well when half of Schwaig is listening.
And also: After the restart, TNSU worked again.
So well that I would have happily and meaninglessly hacked "Nuss", "us" or "TuS" ten times into the keyboard.
The latter in particular is not so well received in Schwaig.
In addition, the program of the AGM continued.
So dutifully write down the statement of accounts by chairman Robert Jell, who welcomed the new Pakistani club manager (“a quite a liaba guy”) and announced that the club was founded at 110. Gebr ag – dammit, it works now off again?
So drive down again, drive up.
And enter password!
Well, what if TNSU are on strike here too?
So pad and pen out - let's do it old school.
I probably shouldn't have even thought that, because now the ballpoint pen was on strike, that offended liverwurst.
Do Merkur pens have a life of their own?
Or do they just dry out like any other plastic glump.
Doesn't matter.
My friendly table neighbors would certainly have helped me out.
But gradually the number became too embarrassing for me.
So plan C: get out your phone and start typing.
The punctuation doesn't work there: But commas are overestimated anyway, I know that from our school interns.
An anxious look at the battery status – the all-clear.
Everything in the box.
Well, almost everything.
When I got home I noticed that in all the excitement I had left the adapter plug from the battery to the laptop somewhere.
Where?
No Ah…g, such a shit triangle.
But Franze already said that.