Ever had one of those days, weeks, months, where you're in a life and death struggle with technology? Well, that's been my month.

I know there's far worse things going on in the world and I should count my blessings, but still... it's bloody annoying.

The classic is the eternal internet circle - or as I term it the Circle of Strife.

The website tells you to click X, Y, and Z to progress.

X and Y go swimmingly. But when you get to Z - it doesn't exist, or it's greyed out and unclickable.

You try and submit (quite literally) the form/query but it speeds you back up to the thing you didn't click (because it's unclickable) and tells you there's an error (yes, their error).

They helpfully display another button to progress.

Click Here

And it takes you right back to the start.

Name (first, last, middle), DOB, sex, sexuality, dress sense, email address, favourite breakfast cereal, residential address (always with American zip codes - do Americans not realise there are other humans in the world that exist outside of the good ol' US of A?)

A silly rhetorical question, in hindsight.

Finally, once you've entered in you life's history you are presented with a very familiar looking screen.

Click X, Y, and Z to progress

Round and round and round, and...

It's mentally draining, especially as there's no-one to thump, apart from my computer screen.

And of course there's no one to speak to on the phone - they conveniently did away with humans and telephone numbers years ago. Now it's an AI chatbot which suggests clicking X, Y, and Z.

And once you've shouted at it, in uppercase letters, it suggests their Useful Information page which is an obvious oxymoron.

Throw into the mix the fact I have a new phone and phone number, and 2FA (two factor authentication) then the sticky mass of congealed spaghetti becomes a whole lot more unpalatable.

Mentioning no names (Amazon, Mailerlite, Facebook, VentraIP, every bank I've ever had the misfortune to deal with) I've wasted a good week fighting with various tech behemoths, who, may I add, make a lot of money out of me - because guess what - I'm a paying customer.

I certainly don't feel like a paying customer - merely another pawn who has become entwined in their tentacles of global dominance.

But, at least I'm not dodging bullets or bombs, and can sleep safely in a warm bed on a night with a full stomach. My trevails are small potatoes in the grand scheme of things.

Here endeth the rant.