My wife caught me. I knew I shouldn't have been doing it, but she was sleeping and I figured, what was the harm? It's a victimless crime.
It was late, I was *engrossed* and suddenly the door opened! I'd been thinking about doing this all day and had finally found a quiet opening. I couldn't get it off my mind, I just needed to finish this thing up.
She was awake and coming to check her email. I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn't happy. It was that mixed look of shock and disappointment that you never want to see.
"Scott David!" she exclaimed, "What are you doing? Why couldn't you talk to me first!" What could I say, I was violating that one thing that one must not violate in a relationship. I tried to cover things up but the damage was already done.
I had her personal computer opened up, ribbon cables everyone, guts spread all over the room, trying to upgrade the system's memory.
This is an even worse situation than the first time I tried to replace the main TV remote control with one from Radio Shack. At least that turned out OK in the end.
Scott Hanselman is a former professor, former Chief Architect in finance, now speaker, consultant, father, diabetic, and Microsoft employee. I am a failed stand-up comic, a cornrower, and a book author.
Disclaimer: The opinions expressed herein are my own personal opinions and do not represent my employer's view in any way.