I don't know how you feel about it, but I'm sick to death of machines telling me what to do. Alarms, warnings, alerts. Enough already!
This is precipitated by our security system warning us of something, we didn't know what, on Sunday afternoon. Because the system wasn't armed, it was a constant high-pitched noise. The security panel said Check 16, which is the Glass Break alarm in the kitchen. We had been in the kitchen and hadn't noticed anyone breaking in. I called the security company and they directed me to reset the system. Fine.
At about 3:30AM Monday, system armed for the night, the alarm went off. The real one, the one that wakes the neighbors because we're under siege. But we weren't. I flew downstairs to the security panel and reset the system. The security company called us that time to make sure we weren't being held captive in our home. They said they'd send a technician out on Tuesday. Nerves jangled, I tried, unsuccessfully, to go back to sleep. What a fun way to start a Monday.
When they came on Tuesday, they said the sensor in the kitchen just needed batteries. Well, why hadn't the panel said so? We might have been able to manage that on our own.
I'm very sensitive to noise. All noise. There was one upside to 9/11: there were no planes for a week. I noticed that and I loved it. Humming, buzzing, clanging, backup alarms, smoke detectors with their intermittent and random beeping when their batteries need to be changed. Our car beeps when you lock it, although it often doesn't recognize me as someone authorized to unlock it with our keyless system. I stand beside it like a supplicant, waiting for it to allow me in.
I've turned off the End of Cycle alert on my dryer, but I can't find where to do it on my washer. My dryer beeps while I remove the clothes. Door Open it says, yes, I know; I opened the door and I'm standing right here. Thanks for nothing. My refrigerator beeps if the door's left ajar or if either the refrigerator or the freezer drops below a certain temperature.
To me, trying desperately to read or relax (I'm pretty much retired, I've put in my time and deserve it), this all sounds like someone snapping their fingers and yelling 'Hey, you, get out here and fold the clothes (change the batteries, close the door, etc.). Who died and made you the boss?!
Do we really need all these cautions? Aren't we grownups who can look after ourselves? Do we need all this help to function today? I'm ready to throw out anything that requires electricity or thinks it knows better than I do. If I need a burglar alarm, I'll get a dog! Just leave me the bleep alone!