My Most Complicated Relationship

One of the most complicated relationships I have is with my laptop. It has a mind of its own and never really cares for when I need it.
For starters, she is specific about the sockets she responds to. And before you laugh it off its actually true. At home, she has taken a liking to the socket next to the fridge and the one by my bedside. At work, she restricts her self to one socket and on her off days, I have had to jump start her using my neighbour’s adapter.
But to complicate matters, she chooses when to respond to these sockets. Sometimes your mojo is on a high and you feel like kicking it in the bedroom and just get the work done.
The laptop has a hate relationship with good work mojo, once you get into the zone, the adapter takes a hike and stops responding to power, you might think, all you have to do is just unplug from the bedroom and move into the dining room, but things are never that easy. You have to cajole it, twist and turn , pullout parts and what not before the beloved orange light appears.
By the time you have done all these antics, the mojo has taken a back seat and is off to the land of dreams.
If this was happening when you have just updated your series catalogue, or some documentaries to pass time, or watch Moana for the nth time it would be totally OK with me.
The laptop picks crucial moments. Assignments that needed to clear out yesterday, but you were too tired when you got home.
The article you promised you would submit, but because of brain freeze, laziness and the like, you halted to wait for the perfect mojo moment.
The audio, you cut and left off without saving because you thought for once the laptop wouldn’t throw its socket preference tantrums.
Basically, she has developed the skill to read into the direness of the situation and give up on me.
Its frustrating and I keep telling my self, when I have enough money kept away I will replace you without a second thought.
But once in a while, I remember how I got here. In 2016, I had been saving for a new laptop and I had just moved to a new job that paid better and so purchasing a new laptop was a priority and I got one.
My very own Lenovo. The baby who gave me no problems, found ways to bring me more money through extra gigs and basically delivered when I needed it to.
Trust good things not to last. The thieves of Kampala taught me that lesson well, and because, I am not great a sharing workspace (a girl is too impatient ) and also doing side hustle was passing me by, I decided to invest in a second-hand laptop.
And so here we are. in our complicated relationship. More like abusive really, I feel like I am doing the begging for it to work, while the laptop weighs if its important enough for it to come back to life.
I suspect it feels my urge to replace it and as such has devised means to punish me, while its all I have.