Downward Upgrades

I knew I shouldn't have done it.  I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.  But the peer pressure, that damn peer pressure to be "one of the in crowd" to be "on the cutting edge".

"We are going to make you do it eventually." they said to me, a whole conference room of pushers staring. 

"But I don't want to!" I pushed back, "It's not the right time and it doesn't feel right."

"You'll do it," she said with an almost hidden sneer, "I've done it to a dozen guys like you and it's fine.  It only hurts a bit."

"OK"  I caved.
"Fine."  I was defeated.
"We'll do it tonight."  I gave in, and immediately started to feel dirty.

It was after hours, the office was quiet, but I knew she'd be waiting.  I closed down and hit the elevator button, that nervous itchy feeling was growing in my belly.  As the door chimed I hesitated.  "I don't have to do this."  I thought to myself, but my friends had been telling me it would be better than I expected, and, since I was out of town, no one would know. 

I stood outside her door.  "YES!"  She was gone, she had left, she had cancelled.  My breathing returned to normal and I decided that I didn't need to take a shower after all.  But then, behind me, the door opened. 

SHIT!

The door opened at it was a guy.  A GUY?  Seriously?  He was taller than me, droopy eyes, drool at the corner of his mouth.  All he did was stick his hand out and pulled me in to the room.  The door closed behind me with a thud. 

"Are you ready?" he asked, eager to get started.
"I guess."
"Did you at least clean up?"  He insulted me with his question but I nodded my head yes.

He reached out again, and I handed it over. My upgrade to Windows 7 had begun.

I lost SKYPE and GOOGLE VIDEO and PICASSA 

I hate it.
Hate it,
Hate it,
Hate it.