The Whole Technical World Hates Me
A Divine Comedy
The whole technical world hates me.
Facebook decided I was a spammer, so I could not post in any group where I was a member.
Not even where I was an administrator.
That seemed to resolve itself after a week, but they never responded when I said they had got it wrong.
Then Vocal stopped me from publishing on my paid account due to a technical error. I raised tickets and contacted Vocal people on Discord.
It's tumbleweed time, so I used the backup account (this free one).
This means I lose all the functionality of my paid account, but I am still publishing.
Then, on this account, my last poem is stuck in drafts. I raised a ticket. Nothing has happened with that either.
Then the Facebook thing reappeared again, although I can post in groups where I am an administrator.
This really is a comedy of epic proportions, but it gives me an excuse to share the excellent "Comedy" by "Shack"
We will see if this gets published. Dot Dot Dot Dot
About the Creator
Mike Singleton π Mikeydred - EBA
This was a profile for my more adventurous posts. Now I'm using it for an emergency backup. A glitch has stopped me from posting on my main account and Vocal refuse to acknowledge my tickets
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