Dear diary,
Today is my first day out of the shipping box. I had a really hard ride to my new home. :( First I had to survive the unkind treatment of the storehouse people, who bounced me around as if I have nothing to break.
Then it was that mad truck driver, who obviously didn't care about modern break systems in cars... I don't think he knew how softly one ought to push the gas pedal either. I was all over that big truck! Oh, well... Finally I made it to my new home, where I was very happy to just imagine the soft hands of my owner on the other side of my box. Then I met him - face to face! Then I wasn't happy no more.
Do you know how intimidating it is to be treated like an object?! Even more so - like a baby object! He unwrapped me with a smiley face and I had hopes... Until he started speaking those baby language words to me. Argh! And that was just the beginning - later on he started using me to take photos... This is when I really felt worthless. I mean can you imagine the silly faces he made me take a photo of?! On top of all that, when I started "laughing" with my autofocus he was unhappy thinking I'm not functioning well. He was almost ready to bring me back to the impersonal sellers, who pay attention to me only when I fall from the shelf.
Oh, wait, wait! I need to tell you why all this happened. Laziness! That's why. Can you imagine yourself getting something new and rushing into using it without even touching the manual?! Well, that's exactly what he did. He started to fiddle with my knobs and play with my glass as if it will start talking back to him, explaining what to do. I honestly think that I'm his first SLR! Anyways, this didn't last too long, because he figured my battery was going low and he plugged me in.
Phew! I'm tired. It's been a loong day today. I hope tomorrow is better. I desire to be treated with love and respect. Gently and carefully. Am I asking too much?
