She tapped her computer screen in frustration.
88% OF DOWNLOAD COMPLETE it read. The same as it had the last time she’d looked at it. In an attempt to busy herself, she dialed her voicemail. “You have no new messages,” the voice mocked. She always felt like the recording was judging her. Exasperated, she dropped the handset back into the cradle.
Struggling to avoid glancing at the screen, she spun in her chair to look out the window across the office from her cubicle. The smoggy skies blocked any view she hoped to find. There was nothing but a brown haze where the mountain should be. With a heavy sigh she gave in to the urge and risked a peek at the monitor.
92% OF DOWNLOAD COMPLETE
This is worse than dial-up. Groaning, she thumped her head down on her desk. What are we, in the dark ages? Information super-highway, my ass! I could have carved the damn thing in stone by now!
A joyful ping interrupted her whining. Cautiously, she peered out from behind her over-grown bangs.
Thank you, God.