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Waiting
At my desk, in my room,
I wait for the tech to work.
It waits too, for something else:
An elusive scrap of code?
I wait, growing evermore angry
At the numbers, which for all their power,
Can’t move fast enough
For me, now.
It has to work, eventually.
No matter how slow, it will work.
Then I can get on with my day.
Then I can get on with my life.
I wait, for a full five minutes,
Then give up and force quit.
I try again, immediately.
This time it works fine.