Starting a new job, from home

IT'S 11pm. The cursor on my computer screen is spinning endlessly, whirling into the "circle of death", as a colleague coined it. The clock is ticking, the night's deadline is looming. The technology gods have clearly forsaken me at the eleventh hour.

As the screen continued in its cryonic state, I let out a hiss of expletive before resigning to fate. I attempted the foolproof method of rebooting the system, and crossed my fingers and toes that it would work - which it did, after the second attempt.

There's no denying that technology has been the great enabler in our time of crisis-driven need. And never have we felt more at the mercy of the tech gods than we do now.